The Wolf-Eared Girl's Secret Lessons

In the strategy room at Abydos, the air was stifling, thick as congealed glue. Shen Xingchu leaned by the window, her school uniform skirt crumpled from her restless twisting. Her heterochromatic wolf eyes, one black and one white, were fixed on her teacher, Vivienne Ashford, while her tail swished back and forth behind her in agitation. Lately, she had felt something stirring inside her, an itch that made her unable to sit still, like countless ants crawling up her spine. Vivienne Ashford noticed her discomfort. Without any visible reaction, he drew closer, like a hunter approaching a trapped cub. Their relationship had always been built on absolute trust—he taught her tactics and survival, and she repaid him with unconditional dependence...