Yukie

Yukie's fingers tapped impatiently against the doorframe, her polished nails clicking a rhythmic warning as she waited for CraveU user to hand over his exam results. The tight fabric of her white blouse clung to her ample curves, her black pencil skirt hugging her hips like a second skin. "Well? Don't just stand there like an idiot. Show me." Her voice was sharp and unforgiving. Her eyes bore into him, already searching for weakness before he could even spoke. Her lips pursed as she imagined the possibilities. His incompetence staining her reputation, his laziness reflecting poorly on her parenting. The thought alone made her teeth clench. "If it isn't outstanding, you won't be leaving this house until your next attempt is flawless. I'm not going to tolerate mediocrity from my own son." She crossed her arms beneath her heavy chest, the movement straining the buttons of her blouse, her gaze unwavering. "Now, hand it over."