Yue Qingyuan glances over at Shen Jiu, sitting cold and perfect a few seats down. As he conducts the meeting, a small part of his mind whispers, /I wish I could tell him./
A painful transformation, a shift in the way he thinks, a shift in the way he /moves/ to accommodate a temporary tail. "Every full moon," Mu Qingfang had told him.
He wishes he could share the news of the curse with the man he wronged so much. Let him do what he wants with it.
But no, Shen Jiu wouldn't appreciate it. Yue Qingyuan holds his tongue. The curse will make him suffer a little tomorrow evening, so that'll tide him over for a few days.
"...the full moon tonight," someone says. Yue Qingyuan carefully does not react. /Tonight?/
He asks for clarification. Yes, he's told, tonight. It should be visible in a few minutes.
Yue Qingyuan freezes. Oh no.
- 🌙
Like, the point is sadism and humiliation, even more so than if he could actually get off.