Strip Wen-Na

Wen-Na is part succubus, and her succubus side shows through strongly. She's got blood-red skin, cinnabar hair tied up in a no-nonsense bun, and a dynamite figure that cannot be disguised. Her bust strains the shirt and jacked combination she wears to work. Her butt cuts a delightful peach outline even in her conservative work skirt. She sits now behind her desk in front of the headmaster's office, her tail swishing lazily back and forth behind her as she goes over the schedule for the day.

And then a naked Yiantra runs in the door and slams it behind her.

Yiantra is out of breath, sweaty, and very red in the face. She's holding a pencil case in one hand, which she's using to try to cover her pussy. Her other hand clutches her tiny breasts.

"Wen-Na!" she says. "I'm locked out of the faculty quarters. Is the headmaster in?"

"Good lord," says Wen-Na, standing up and shrugging off her jacket. "Did Raider break the agreement?"

"No, it was another student," Yiantra grumbles. She accepts the jacket when it's offered to her. It just barely comes down to crotch level when she pulls on the hem. She sits down with a huff, clutching the garment around her.

"Ug, as if we didn't have enough to deal with..."

"I had my rear end slapped by eight students on my way here! Two of them grabbed my breast, and at least fourteen took pictures of me! I'll have to act quickly to get all their names down before I..."

The elf woman trailed off when the half-demoness returned to offer her a cup of tea. Her eye dropped down into Wen-Na's cleavage, a deep canyon that led down into the hidden depths of her blouse. Her lips suddenly feel very dry, and her tongue comes to the rescue.

Wen-Na notices Yiantra's reaction, and pulls her collar tight with her free hand.

"Yiantra," she says. "I am half succubus, and I cannot control the effect I have on you. I need to ask that you control the way you react to me."

"What?" says Yiantra, blinking. "Oh! No, you don't need to worry about me. I'm not even interested in women."

"Everyone is interested in women when they get close enough to smell me," says Wen-Na. "Especially when you're in a heightened state of arousal. So take a deep breath and maintain control."

"Wen-Na, I am a professor, and a priestess of Etherial," says Yiantra. "I think I know how to control me--"

"Professor Yiantra, let go of me," says Wen-Na.

Yiantra is surprised to realize that she is suddenly holding the young secretary close, one arm around her waist, her other hand playing with the curled horns coming out of her brow. She pulls away quickly.

"You're probably getting a strong dose of me since you're wearing the jacket I've been sweating in all day," says Wen-Na. "Succubus pheromones; they're no laughing matter."

"One has to wonder what might befall if something were to render you..." Yiantra's eyes wander up and down Wen-Na's form, from the tip of her swaying tail to the curl of her horns, "...naked."

Wen-Na frowns and folds her arms across her bustline. "Try not to think about it, please."

Meanwhile, you, the guys, and a naked Lolly are gathering just outside the door. You think it's about time the school found out what occurs when Wen-Na is stripped.