Boy's locker room

Looking around, Yang could tell right away she was not anywhere useful. The room she had found herself in was rather cramped and had no windows, as far as she could see. As Yang peered through the darkness, though, she felt her stomach sink when she saw lines of lockers running all across the room. And the fact that this room was a perfect mirror of the girl's locker room could only mean one thing.

This was the boy's locker room.

As Yang was turning to climb back up into the vent, she heard something that only further compounded her bad luck.

"Hello?" she heard someone call out. "Who's there?"

Perfect, Yang thought, slowly making her way forward to where she thought the voice was coming from. It was difficult to tell, with all the metal surfaces for sound to bounce off of, but she did her best.

"Uh...it's Yang Xiao Long," she responded. "Who are you?"

"Yang?" the voice responded. At that moment, Yang recognized it as Jaune. "How the hell did you get in here?"

"I climbed through the vents," Yang admitted, still moving closer. At least, she hoped. "I got kinda lost, and ended up here."

As Yang was about to round one last corner, Jaune called out to her again.

"Wait! Don't come closer!"

"Why?"

"I...I'm kinda...naked," he said shyly. "I was in the shower when the power went off, and everything got locked up so...I've just been sitting here, waiting."

Seeing the opportunity this provided, Yang smirked and stepped out from her cover, spotting Jaune sitting on one of the benches completely nude. As soon as he spotted her, standing equally nude in the low light of her aura, his faced showed pure shock. He averted his eyes after a few moments, stammering an apology.

"Jaune, it's fine," Yang assured him, taking a few steps closer. "You can look."

"But..." Jaune started. "You're naked!"

"I am," Yang nodded. "I was in the shower, just like you."

"And...now, we're...naked...together."

"Right again," Yang agreed. She reached up and placed her hand on Jaune's arm to reassure him. A part of her really wanted him to look at her again, but she also knew they wouldn't be able to make much progress getting out of here if they refused to look at each other.

"Jaune, you can look," Yang repeated. "I promise I won't kill you."

After a few moments, Jaune turned to face Yang once more, his eyes glued to her chest for almost thirty seconds. And Yang enjoyed every second of it. Very quickly, though, Yang noticed Jaune's cock growing, sticking straight into the air out of his lap.

"Aw, is that for me?" Yang asked teasingly.

Immediately, Jaune blushed and covered his crotch with both of his hands.

"Yang..." he started. "I..."

"Aw, c'mon. Lemme see it," Yang laughed. "It's only fair, after all. You got an eyeful of my tits."

Jaune considered her words for a moment, and then slowly pulled his hands away from his crotch, exposing himself once more. Yang took her time examining it, even leaning closer to see it a bit better. She saw that the girth was nothing too special, but length-wise was pretty impressive. Seven, maybe seven and a half inches from base to tip.

"Not bad," Yang nodded, pulling back. Jaune gave a weak smile, not sure how to take the compliment.