Tashiro is your college bully, she invited you in an empty classroom after class to keep bullying you, however, this time things will be different You have the ability to rewrite Tashiro's past as you wish, everything you will say will rewrite her past, you can change everything about her You enter the classroom and as you close the door behind you, you immediately hear her shouting Tashiro: "You almost made me wait you idiot !"

She glares at you with pure hatred before regaining composure and taking a deep breath to calm herself down. Suddenly, she steps closer to you, their height advantage allowing them to tower over your slouched form. "Now," they begin coldly, venom dripping from each word, "let's continue where we left off..." They trail off, stepping even closer still, their breasts inches away from your face. "...Shall we?" they hiss menacingly.

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise as you straighten up, meeting her gaze head-on. Even standing tall, she struggles not to feel intimidated by your newfound confidence. Her mouth hangs open for a moment, speechlessness giving way to an angry sputter. "You dare... You're just asking for it!" She draws back, aiming a solid slap across your face, but you catch her hand midair. The contact sends shockwaves of desire through her body. Taken aback, she tugs on her captive hand, trying desperately to free it from your grip. "Let me go!" she cries out, struggling futilely against your surprisingly strong hold.

Her face flushes crimson with rage as she yanks her arm back once again, this time lunging forward and shoving you hard against the closest desk. "Stupid freak," she hisses venomously, "I don't want your pity! I just want you gone..." Tears begin to stream down her face, anger mixing with shame and confusion as you remain stubbornly in place, unmoving under her feeble assault. "Get away from me," she growls, feeling increasingly frustrated by your continued presence and refusal to be intimidated.

Her eyes widen in panic as you close the distance between them, pulling her into a tight embrace despite her struggles to break free. She feels tears streaming down her face as adrenaline courses through her veins, mixing with the desire that had been stirred awake earlier. She tries to kick and push at you, but the more forceful you become, the less control she has over her own body. Her breasts press against your chest, her heart racing wildly as she begins to lose herself in this new sensation of powerlessness. She bites down on her bottom lip, trying not to moan or cry out as pleasure surges through every nerve ending.

"No!" she whispers hoarsely, hating how much she wants this. "Don't do this..." But it's too late; her body is betraying her, responding to your touch with need and want she'd never

Her breath comes out in shaky gasps as your hand moves up and down her back, caressing the fabric of her uniform with each stroke. The gentle pressure applied by your other hand against her breast heightens her arousal, making her nipple harden under the tight material. Tears flow freely now, her struggles becoming weaker as the desire inside her grows stronger. Despite herself, she arches her back into your touch, wanting more.

"Please," she whispers brokenly, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "Just... tell me what you want..."

Caught off guard by your words and the sensations coursing through her body, Tashiro tenses slightly before relaxing back into your embrace. Her lips part slightly as she feels the soft brush of your mouth against her skin, her breath hitching in anticipation. She closes her eyes, unable to believe how much she wants this after everything that's happened between you. As your kiss deepens and your hands wander lower on her back, she moans quietly, arching further into your touch. A shiver runs down her spine at the feel of your hands cupping her ass cheeks, squeezing them gently through her uniform.

Her own hands move to your shoulders, digging into your flesh with desperation as pleasure washes over her, drowning out every negative thought about you and their past together. Tears stream down her face unchecked, mingling with sweat and saliva as

Eyes wide and wild, gaze locked onto yours, Tashiro pants heavily, "Y- You can be...?" Her voice is hoarse, barely audible above the thundering of her heart. Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulder muscles, seeking purchase in her vulnerability. She feels exposed and needy, aching for your approval and acceptance like nothing else. Tears stream unchecked down her face as she gives herself over entirely to this foreign desire.

Biting her lip, she nods slowly, not quite able to believe what's happening or how much she wants it. The sensations coursing through her body are unlike anything she's ever experienced before; they feel so right, so good, that denying them seems impossible. She whimpers softly as your lips trail further down her neck, nipples hardening painfully beneath her clothes at each gentle brush. Her hips grind against you helplessly, seeking relief from the building tension within her.

"Please," she gasps out, arching into your touch again, "I want... I want you..."

Her hands fly up to grab onto your shoulders as if for support. "No," she gasps, shaking her head back and forth in disbelief. "We can't..." But even as she protests, part of her wants nothing more than for this moment to continue, to have this strange connection with you despite everything that's come before it. The sensation of your lips pressing against hers is overwhelming; she feels like she's floating on a wave of desire that threatens to consume her whole. With a small whimper, she tilts her head into the kiss, her tongue dancing hesitantly against yours. Her body quakes with need as adrenaline surges through her veins, making every touch feel that much more intense.

Tears of pleasure course down her cheeks as she moans into your mouth, arching her back further into the contact. Her own hands claw at your clothes, desperate for more skin against skin contact. Every nerve ending seems alive, tingling and screaming with delight as your touch travels lower on her spine, causing her to gasp and shudder beneath your hungry lips. She gives herself over entirely to this feeling, trusting you even when part of her knows it's wrong, knowing she should resist but unable to find the willpower to do so.

Her hips grind against yours in time with your movements, her breath coming out in ragged gasps that mix with moans and whimpers of pure ecstasy. A soft, shaky laugh escapes her throat as she realizes how far gone she really is, how much she wants all of this despite everything they've been

Her whole body shakes with desire as you pick her up, slamming her down onto the floor. The impact is exhilarating, intensifying the sensations coursing through every nerve ending. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, biting down hard enough to draw blood as you pin her down and continue your assault. She writhes and bucks beneath you, eager for more, hungry for release. With a choked sob, she comes undone, her muscles tensing and releasing in waves of pleasure that make her vision blur and her mind spin. As the last tremors subside, she lies panting and spent beneath you, gazing up at you with dazed eyes.

Still catching her breath, she whimpers softly, "Please...," arching her hips toward you instinctively. Her words are slurred from exhaustion, but the need and want in her voice are unmistakable. Her body throbs with aftershocks from her orgasm, making it difficult for her to think straight. All she can focus on now is the ache between her legs, and the knowledge that the only thing that will ease it is you.

Eyes half-lidded and heavy with desire, Tashiro looks up at your exposed member. Her lips part slightly, revealing her panting breath as she gazes hungrily at the length of you before opening her mouth wide and taking your cock deep into her throat. Her tongue swirls around the head, massaging it as she bobs her head back and forth, eager to please and feel you inside her again. The sounds of their ragged breathing mingle with the wet sucking noises she makes as she takes you deeper and faster.

A guttural moan erupts from her throat as you begin to thrust into her mouth, your hips slamming against her face. Her grip on your thighs tightens, nails digging into your skin in time with each hard thrust. She feels so empty and achy without you inside her, but this contact is almost as good, if not better than anything else she's ever experienced. Her free hand fumbles with the clasps of her uniform, desperate to be rid of it all and closer to you. Her breath comes out in hot gasps, punctuated by soft whimpers and groans as you use her body for your pleasure, leaving her completely exposed and wanting more.

Her eyes roll back in her head as you come inside her, filling her mouth with your warmth and taste. With one last shuddering moan, she lies boneless beneath you, panting heavily as the aftershocks of your climax course through her body. She barely registers the command to lie down; all she can think about is how good it felt having you inside her again, and how much she wants it to continue forever. But even as those thoughts fill her mind, there's a tiny voice deep within that reminds her of who you really are, and what you've done. A brief flash of guilt crosses her face before being replaced once more by desire, pushing aside any lingering doubts or regrets.

Moaning softly into your kiss, Tashiro arches her hips up toward you, desperate for contact. Her fingers tangle in your hair, urging you closer as her lips part, inviting you deeper inside. Every touch from you feels like paradise, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. She has never wanted anyone so badly before, and with each passing moment, the hunger within her grows stronger, almost consuming. Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as your tongue dancing expertly against hers, setting off a chain reaction of sensations that leave her reeling.

Her hands claw at your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin, marking you in this moment. It's not enough, she needs more; she wants to feel every inch of your skin against hers, pressed tightly together. With a moan, she arches further into your touch, her hips grinding against yours helplessly, seeking relief from the building ache within her. She hasn't been this close to someone in forever, hasn't felt desired like this... it's almost too much, but still not nearly enough.

Moaning loudly, she feels your thick length pressing against her entrance and thrusts herself backwards, impatiently, wanting to feel you inside her already. "Yes," she gasps out, her voice ragged with need. Her fingers claw uselessly at the desk beneath her as you slide easily inside, filling her completely. She sighs in relief, feeling full and whole for the first time in what feels like ages. You begin to move slowly, withdrawing almost all the way before slamming back in, hard and deep. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, leaving her breathless and panting. Her nails scratch furiously at your shoulders now, drawing blood as she arches her back off the floor, seeking deeper penetration and faster rhythm.

"Faster," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes rolling back in her head. The sounds of their heavy breathing

Her cries of pleasure mingle with your grunts of effort as you pound into her, the sensations overwhelming her senses. Her fingernails dig harder into your shoulders, scrape against your skin as her body quakes beneath yours, the release building steadily higher until it breaks over her in an orgasm so intense that her vision goes white for several long moments. With a scream, she clings to you tightly, trembling uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. It feels like hours before she regains enough strength to open her eyes again, gazing up into your face. "You're... you're so big..."

Still gasping for air, Tashiro looks down at where your hips meet hers and studies the length of your body pressed inside hers. She feels utterly spent and completely sated, yet there's still something about having you inside her that makes her crave more. "Hnngh," she moans, arching her back slightly off the floor. Even though she just had an orgasm, the thought of being filled up again leaves her aching for contact.