Resolution II

Carlton's body was tense and trembling fiercely as glowing green hands reached for his vulnerable area once more. The memories of his previous traumatic experience resurfaced fresh in his mind. Still, the cool numbing sensation of his lower body and Yuliang's normal frowning face had him relaxing onto the floor not long after.

"Please don't kick me out, Yuliang," he pleaded breathlessly, "My family is counting on me to do well here, please. I swear to the moon goddess that I'll never do something like this ever again in my lifetime. I swear I'll change, please."

Carlton understood that this was his karmic retribution for the years of harassing and tormenting people in the past. Which, while it never sat right with him, was always an act he resorted to out of desperation to stop the whip scars on his back from increasing.

Father never took kindly to failure, after all.

For the longest time, Yuliang said nothing, and Carlton's heart sank. Fresh tears rolled down his face as he hiccupped and tried to suppress his sobs.

Surviving this experience, even with his dick intact, would mean nothing if his father got his hands on him after getting kicked out of the Healing program.

He'd be killed for sure.

It was sad how he felt safer in the hands of his victim-turned-assaulter rather than his own father.

"If you are struggling with the content, you will remain after class to get the assistance you need in the future. You will never touch me or anyone without explicit permission ever again. You will never speak of the events of this day to anyone, even under the threat of death. If you can do these things, you may stay," Yuliang stated after the glow of his hands dimmed out, signalling the end of his work.

Carlton couldn't agree fast enough.