Yep! Time to wake!

Jaume smirked as he looked down at her.

"Yang is a real girl" he finally said, and immediately after, Yang's body began to move. Her entire form tensed up, her mouth opening wide - primed to let out a cry of pleasure. But she couldn't. She was so completely overwhelmed with immense, intense pleasure that she was literally incapable of making sound. All Jaune heard was a pathetic, noiseless scream - almost like a squeaky toy with the squeaker removed.

Her body trembled and quaked, her tits bouncing and jiggling as her entire body convulsed. Drool began seeping from her mouth, her eyes twitching, her arms flailing - it would be frightening if Jaune didn't know she'd be fine. In fact, seeing Yang in such a state was immensely hot to him.

Her orgasm lasted quite literally for minutes, before she went completely limp on the bed. She lay there, still twitching, her eyes blank, drool pooling on her chest.

"Yang? You good?" he teased.

"Hhhhaaaaannnmmmm..." she managed to squeak out "Mmmmaaaaahhhnnnn...."

He laughed to himself as he looked his cum-covered slave over.

"Now, I hope you've learned your lesson. Otherwise next time I may have to give Blake control of this trigger" he said, giving her cheek a light, loving tap, before tossing his pants back on and heading for the door. He turned back for just a moment, Yang still staring off into space.

"well... if I broke her I'm sure the book can fix her" he shrugged. He was sure she'd recover eventually. Until then... he may as well see if he could catch up with Blake and Pyrrha for a nice bite to eat.