Yuna's hands trembled as she tried to pull her torn latex suit together, the fabric refusing to cover anything meaningful. Her pussy still twitched, oversensitive and exposed, juice coating her inner thighs in glistening trails.
"P-Professor didn't force me!" The words burst from her lips again, desperate and cracking. "I—I wanted to find Mother, and he—he said he'd keep me safe while—"
Her voice died as Mamoon's yellow eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Safe?" Mamoon's tail lashed behind her. "You call 'that'—" she gestured at Yuna's disheveled state, at the puddle beneath her raised ass, at her swollen pussy lips, "—'safe'?"
Tianlong chuckled from his position by the tent entrance, arms crossed casually as he watched the mother-daughter confrontation unfold. "Well, she 'is' physically unharmed. Emotionally..." He tilted his head, smirking. "That might be another story."
"Shut up!" Mamoon whirled on him, claws extended. "You trapped my daughter in some perverted prison and—and she—"
