When the morning came, Wilson took a look at Carlos and decided to call in sick for the cheetah for a while. Dr Iason didn’t question them. It was so obvious by the smell. Besides, Wilson would be more capable of teaching Carlos anything that the teacher tried in class. The werecat was a known lost cause to many. He shut everyone else out of his world, but only one person managed to intrude upon it in this academy.

“Are you sure that’s all you need?” the doctor asked. He just handed Wilson a few tubs of healing salve that Wilson requested for as well as more lube. Kids nowadays went through lube like water. 

“Maybe a few more rolls of bandages. I assume that he wouldn’t be able to move for a while after tonight.”

Surprised, Dr Iason blinked twice. “You mean he can still move? Aren’t you a hardcore sadist? That bet was all within your calculations, wasn’t it? Preeta told me you had a plan to discipline him.”

The werewolf paused. “He exceeded my expectations, so I went soft on him. Don’t worry. After tonight, he will get to see the real me.”

Amused by how Wilson kept true to his image of the big bad wolf, he couldn’t help but pity Carlos a little. Nobody has ever escaped unscathed when Wilson set their sights on them. Many of Wilson’s ex-partners broke down, and Dr Iason often patched them back up, erasing their memories to prevent trauma. For Carlos to survive four days under Wilson’s care meant only two things. One, Wilson was going easy. Two, Carlos was strong. Both could be a possibility, but Dr Iason didn’t want to meddle any further.

“Don’t overdo it, the both of you. Once you’re sucked into this, there is no going back. Moreover, he isn’t an omega. He would never be an omega. Amanda confirmed it. Carlos couldn’t even become a beta even if he wanted. It’s in his instinct.”

Wilson didn’t need to be told twice and left swiftly before anyone could see him leaving the infirmary. Carlos was still asleep, so the werewolf decided to drop the things off and head to the cafeteria. To heal up, the werecat needed to eat more nutritious things.

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When Carlos woke up, he realised that he couldn’t feel anything in his lower half with horror. The edging and milking session was so intense that Carlos didn’t have morning wood for the first time in forever, even if it clearly was afternoon.

“You’re up,” Wilson commented when Carlos tried to get off the bed. Without a word, the werewolf assisted his very sore roommate to the washroom to relieve himself and get washed. 

“I’ll get us some lunch,” he told Carlos, who jumped into the shower. “Don’t worry about attending classes. I called in sick for you.”

It was strange to be treated so nicely, but Carlos didn’t overthink. He simply enjoyed the feeling of hot water on his skin and took his time to shower. Still, he felt a little strange in his rear ever since Carlos stuck the toy in last night. He took a look at his swollen nipples and limp dick and blushed furiously, recalling the details of what they did.

Heat travelled from his groin, and Carlos decided to take matters into his own hands literally. It stung a little to be touched in the front after last night’s activity.

“It shouldn’t matter if I masturbated anally, right? Doing it more than once isn’t going to make a difference,” he reasoned. As long as it wasn’t a man’s thing, he wouldn’t have bottomed for anyone.

Carlos gasped when his fingers made it in. His entrance was still soft from last night, and the water acted as lubricant enough for him to work with. They felt very different from Wilson’s fingers. He wanted something thicker inside and maybe even deeper to hit that one spot Carlos knew made his tail curl. However, he couldn’t reach it no matter what position he tried.

Just when Carlos was about to try a new position, someone knocked on his shower stall’s door, making the werecat slip and fall.

Wilson, who was just checking to make sure Carlos hadn’t fallen asleep in the shower, was startled by the werecat’s falling sound. Without thinking, he slammed the door open with force, breaking the lock. He would have to fix that later and apologise to Preeta, but Carlos’ safety came first for now.

As the werecat tried to get back onto his feet, he wasn’t expecting to be ambushed so suddenly in all his naked glory. Carlos instantly shapeshifted and attacked with his claws out. Wilson only narrowly dodged them thanks to his quick reflex and caught Carlos’ wrists at the werecat’s next swing.

It took Carlos a while to recognise who it was, and when he did, Wilson enjoyed the interesting shades of red Carlos’ cheeks experienced. It wasn’t just embarrassment, it was mortification, and Carlos wanted to bury himself in the ground when Wilson noticed how flushed he was. Did he already figure out how Carlos was fingering himself earlier?

Even if he noticed, Wilson didn’t show any signs outwardly. Instead, he helped Carlos finish his shower quickly and towelled him dry. Then, they walked back to their room wordlessly. Carlos’ felt his heart and thoughts racing a thousand miles per second. Wilson was uncharacteristically silent today. He was almost like a block of ice, and no matter what Carlos did, Wilson would give that one-worded reply. Was he mad? Carlos didn’t recall doing anything that made him mad.

“Eat,” Wilson told Carlos with a straight face. He could see how nervous Carlos was, but he couldn’t give it away that he was secretly thrilled at Carlos’ development. 

The werecat couldn’t be satisfied with just his front now and was now thirsting for something in the back. What greater development could there be?

Not daring to provoke the unpredictable lone wolf further, Carlos ate. The food Wilson got for them wasn’t the usual kind. It was more extravagant than before with expensive fish and lots of herbs. What kind of meal was this?!

As they ate, Carlos couldn’t help but wonder what kind of scene they would do tonight. After last night’s play, he couldn’t even get it up even if he wanted to. A strange itch has been building up within him, but Carlos didn’t know how to satisfy it.

Wilson cleared their plates, and Carlos was told to catch up on all the classes he missed. However, the one line Wilson told him before he left the room made Carlos throb in both anticipation and dread.

“If you don’t get at least seventy percent of whatever that was taught this week right, you’ll be answerable to me.”

The door clicked shut with finality, and Carlos felt dizzy. Seventy percent?! Since he started sleeping in class, he never got more than twenty percent for any tests. Why did Wilson think he would get an A?

Instead of thinking about what kind of punishment Wilson had in mind for him, Carlos started studying as if his life depended on it. Well, not his life but his ass. No matter what, Carlos didn’t want a repeat of yesterday’s kind of torture. He knew pleasure, but he didn’t know too much of it would turn into a twisted kind of pain.

Wilson tried to keep his expression neutral. After throwing the trash out, he started to wonder if Carlos would actually study seriously. Even with all the intelligence he had, the cheetah would not be able to get above seventy. He slept through classes way too much, and while nobody said that Carlos was in any sort of trouble from failing all his classes, Wilson didn’t want others to have reasons to look down on the Luna he chose. Hence, to inspire Carlos and an excuse to introduce him to a new kind of pleasure, Wilson did just that.

For two hours, Wilson ran around to do what he needed as part of the community. Carlos was left strangling the remaining brain cells he had to figure out how to complete his neverending assignments. The sun started to set, and Ruo Han turned to the werewolf. 

“Is it alright to not see him? He must be very anxious now that you’ve abandoned him for half a day.”

Wilson smirked. “Perhaps. However, it’s cuter how he becomes more desperate like this. Carlos is the kind who would cling onto hope for as long as possible, even if the task is impossible. You just have to give him an escape route somewhere, or he’d flee like the wildcat he is.”

Ruo Han simply shook his head. Wilson’s sadism was tough to handle. He pitied his ex-roommate a little now that Wilson was determined to make Carlos his Luna.

“All the best,” the cultivator said as they parted for the day. Shen Long was waiting, and Ruo Han didn’t like to keep his God waiting for too long.

Carlos wanted to cry. No matter how he tried to finish his tasks, it was impossible! Sure, he might have completed about fifteen essays, but he didn’t know if they were any good. To make matters worse, he had no time to fully read and understand all the historical magic texts that the essays required. As such, Carlos couldn’t only resign to fate when the door clicked open.

Judging from Carlos’ expression, Wilson had a feeling the werecat was ready to throw in the towel. There was an air of defeat, and Wilson pitied the hardworking werecat.

“I’ll give you a chance,” Wilson said as the door closed.

Carlos perked up at once. That hopeful look made Wilson slightly guilty. It wasn’t a chance. It was more like foreplay.

“I’ll teach you, but you must not stop your hands moving. The moment you get distracted, it’s time for punishment.”

The smirk made Carlos halt. There was definitely a catch! Nobody would be so kind to him and, least of all, Wilson. His watcher had something in mind for sure, but the alpha in Carlos wasn’t so ready to admit defeat. It didn’t matter how slim the odds were. Carlos wasn’t going to submit willingly without a struggle!

“Deal! What’s the punishment?”

Wilson pulled out some things from his drawer, and Carlos didn’t recognise all of them.

“Your pick,” Wilson said in a gentlemanly manner as Carlos scowled. He walked over to Wilson’s side of the room to get a better outlook. For someone who never explored with toys, half of the things here looked dangerous and absolutely unfamiliar.

“What’s this?” he held up a long and thin metal rod with a weird S-shape. Something this small couldn’t possibly be dangerous, right?

Wilson knew what Carlos was thinking. He smirked dangerously. “That’s your first chance. I’ll give you three chance to ask what you don’t know. The thing you’re holding is called a sounding rod. It’s usually inserted in your pee hole to stimulate your prostate from the front.”

Carlos shivered when he heard it and let the rod drop at once. Who in their right mind would want that in such a place?!

Cautiously, Carlos looked through the things in Wilson’s stash. He recognised some things like the rope and cock ring. Never again! Once was more than enough, and Carlos pushed them aside.

He quickly passed on the things with spikes attached simply because they looked painful. Anything that could be stuck up his ass was also added to the pile of rejected items. He had to pick something, and in the end, after asking Wilson two more questions, he decided that the safest would be the blindfold fabric.

Wilson nodded in approval. The blindfold was a sensory play prop. Compared to what he had in mind for tonight’s play, it was an excellent choice.

“My turn to pick,” Wilson explained and the werecat panicked until Wilson added that Carlos could veto his choices three times.

The first item Wilson chose was the candle, and immediately, Carlos denied it. The werewolf sighed exaggeratedly, but Carlos wasn’t buying the act. He knew that Wilson was doing it deliberately just to give him lesser options to veto.

“How about this?” he held up an item that Carlos didn’t choose. The werecat didn’t know what the small box of wires was so he didn’t choose it. Now that Wilson selected it, Carlos took this chance to demand rights to know what it did.

“It’s something that pulses electricity to these clips that can be clipped onto sensitive parts like your nipples. It’s a real stimulating thing that you might enjoy.”

Again, Carlos rejected this without a second thought. The thought that he now only had one more chance to reject something made him anxious.

“Please don’t pick the spikes!” Carlos prayed. He would rather deal with the toys inside his ass than have painful metal spikes poking at who knows where.

Sadly, his prayers weren’t answered, and Carlos found himself having to choose between spiked penis rollers and a leather flogger. The choice was obvious, and Wilson put the chosen items aside for the punishment if Carlos failed. The rest went back to his drawer, and Carlos was determined to study. He wouldn’t let Wilson get his way from now on! If he could put up with this, he wouldn’t have to indulge in the man’s crazy plays for at least a night.

As if knowing what Carlos was thinking, Wilson raised a brow in a challenging manner. That only fuelled Carlos further to start on his homework. Wilson held back his laughter at the adorable stubbornness. Very soon, Carlos would soon understand how futile resistance was. He might not like it, but his body already does.