Yellow Fang's world shifted as she felt the weight of her new reality pressing down on her. The classroom, once a sanctuary, had become a stage for her transformation. She was kneeling, her once pristine uniform rumpled, while students circled her like wolves. "Good girl, show us how much you want to please us," one of them taunted, running a hand through her hair. She shivered, a strange mix of fear and desire sweeping through her. Her high heels, once a symbol of power, were now a vessel for her humiliation. She watched in disbelief as one student unzipped his pants, pressing her face close to her shoes. The warm, thick liquid gushed out, filling the confine of her shoe, a prerequisite to a new ritual. The students laughed, their voices blending into a chorus of mockery. "Now, let's make sure you're truly one of us," he said, his voice low and cruel. Yellow Fang was led to a cup, her conservation of modesty discarded like a forgotten note. As she obeyed, drinking from the cup filled with laughter and cruel acts, she knew she had crossed a line, a journey into submission and the unknown.