Yes

Yang had ten minutes before her next class and while she wasn’t against ditching to save her skin, considering it was Glynda’s… she had rather not, else suffer quite the severe lecture. As soon as Ooblek dismissed the class, Yang made her way across the classroom to meet with team CRDL who were making their way to one of the exists. Ruby gave a confused look to Weiss, who responded with an equally confused expression, while Blake frowned behind them. Yang was hiding something…

“Hey Cardin! Wait up!” Yang shouted behind him while trying to slither her way through the sea of students separating her from the bully. Cardin looked behind him and raised an eyebrow. “What the hell do you want? Blake’s bimbo friend, right? What was your name again?” he asked, seeming genuinely confused as to why she wanted to speak to him. Yang froze in place, remembering her task’s punishment, yet nothing strange happened to her. With a sigh of relief, she then moseyed her way up to him, putting a finger on his chest. She tried pulling out all the stops, all her flirtatious habits dialled up to 11 to convince this guy.

“Listen, I think we got off on the wrong foot. You wanna~… make a bet?” Yang made her fingers run up his chest and onto his shoulder as she spoke. She could see it, she had his undivided attention now as he gave her a cocky smirk. “I do consider myself a betting man, blondie… what’d you got for me?” he confidently answered, leaning into her. No matter how much of an ass he was, Yang was still faced with a mountain of a man. “Let’s get a little arm wrestling going~! If you win, you get ask me to do one thing, but just the one~!” she offered, not matter how much it made her blood boil to think about. “Buuuut~! If I win, you stop calling me whatever names and remember my name is Yang, sounds fun?” she continued, hoping she made the bet enticing enough for Cardin to take the bait.

While he was no doubt physically stronger than her, she knew from all the training exercises he was appart of that he was a slow fighter, preferring to strike hard, but strike true. She could totally catch him off guard and beat him with speed instead of raw power!

Cardin weighed his options for a comically long amount of time, clearly toying with Yang, as even his own teammates who had been listening were telling him to take the bet and to not be an idiot. Yang could tell their eyes were glued to her tits…

Finally, the bully held out his hand for Yang to shake it, stating she had a deal, to the cheering of his teammates.

They found a nearby table to play out their match, and a few more students amassed, curious as to what was happening. Yang thought she spotted someone who looked familiar, a girl with green hair and dark skin, but she shook the thought away, instead focusing on her task.

The two fighters took positions, their right hands interlocking, as the students around began getting excited. On the count of three, Yang pushed as hard as she could as fast as she could, only to be met with the same strategy on Cardin’s side. Yang was stunned for barely a second as she put her head in the zone once more, focusing every pound of muscle in her body into pushing back her mountain of a foe. While Yang was fighting a losing battle at first, Cardin started getting tired. Yang simply had more stamina than him, which caused the tides to turn. Slowly, inch by inch, Yang recovered more ground until she was clearly in the lead, Cardin sweating profusely, until a loud, dominating voice rang out in the common area.

“Students!! Class is beginning soon, stop this nonsense!” Glynda shouted, her crop in one hand being waved around menacingly.

The outburst distracted Yang, she lost strength in her grip as she flinched, the teacher surprising her. Cardin didn’t even question himself as to what Glynda had said, she instead pushed, slamming Yang’s arm flat on the table so hard it made the blond brawler flip out of her seat and flying onto the floor.

Lying on her back, incredulous over her loss, her scroll shook once more.

Result: Task failed

P/R: Punishment Granted

Yang’s eyes went wide in shock. She started getting back up, sitting before standing up, as Cardin turned to his teammates who were all praising him.

Glynda scoffed and turned heels, deciding not to intervene. Their tardiness would be their problem.

As the boys celebrated, Cardin shouted. “That’s victory for Cardin and a total wash for the bimbo!”

Yang’s body immediately reacted before she could even move, still sitting on the floor. Her muscles contracted as wild convulsions ran through her legs and most importantly, her lips became nothing more than a conduit for whorish moaning. Yang tried bringing a hand to her mouth, but wracked with a mind shatteringly intense orgasm, her arms locked in place. Her legs spread open unwillingly and juices flowed out of her lower lips. The feeling was unlike Yang had ever experienced. A climax born of its own, and not any prior teasing was so alien, almost frightening.

While the crowd rapidly dispersed, likely intimidated by Glynda, and the boys cheered, Yang’s voice seemed to not have been heard by many people. Though one person noticed. Cardin had watched Yang shake her hips and flood her skirt, panties and floor. Driven by lust and instinct alone, he quickly pulled out his scroll and took a picture of the fighter, now pathetically pushing her tongue out as her eyes were rolling back. He didn’t know what he was going to use the picture for yet, but he was gonna use it alright…