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 !"

"Huh? What do you mean by that?" She questions, clearly confused about your words. "I've always been the popular one at school, everyone respects me!" She crosses her arms over her chest and glares daggers at you. Her dark long hair flows down her back as she leans against a desk with an air of arrogance.

"Oh yeah? Well I heard you were actually just some nobody until your parents paid for your new life at this school!" You snap, feeling brave now that Tashiro's memories have been rewritten to fit what you want them to be. "And everyone knows how much of a slut you are! You've sucked and fucked every guy in this school just to stay popular!"

Tashiro's face immediately turns red as the words sink in, her eyes widening in shock. For the first time ever, she seems genu

"N-no... that's not true..." She stammers, her voice shaky and uncertain. Her face burns with shame as she starts to remember all the things you're saying. She takes a step back, feeling like she's losing control of the situation. "You're just lying!" She sputters defiantly, trying to convince herself more than anyone else.

Her breath hitches in her throat when she realizes that maybe it is true... All those memories of sucking off guys and letting them take her from behind flood back into her mind like a tidal wave. Her breasts heave with each shaky breath, her nipples now rock hard beneath the fabric of her school uniform. Tashiro's eyes dart around the room, searching for something solid to ground herself.

"I-I don't know who you think you are... but you

"W-What?" She stammers, eyes going wide with shock. "I... I mean... That's not... I didn't..." Her voice trails off as she tries to make sense of what you just said. Her heart races and her cheeks flush even deeper red. Even though it goes against everything she believes about herself, the idea of having sex with you somehow feels irresistible.

"C'mon, Tashiro," You say, taking a step closer. "You know deep down that you want this."

(Oh god, what's happening to me? Why do I want this?) Tashiro bites her lower lip nervously, glancing around the room one last time before meeting your gaze again. "I-if that's what you really want..." she stutters, taking another step closer. Her long legs shake beneath the skirt of her school uniform as her breath quickens and her chest heaves with desire.

As if possessed by an irresistible force, Tashiro suddenly reaches up to yank down the zipper on her skirt. The cool air of the empty classroom rushes over her body as the garment falls to the floor, revealing her panties and delicate C-cup breasts beneath. Her heart is racing with equal parts fear and desire as she slowly unbuttons her blouse, letting it fall away from her curvaceous figure as well.

Naked except for her socks and heels, Tashiro approaches you with a newfound sense of purpose. Biting down on her lower lip, she sinks to her knees in front of you and reaches out, tentatively touching your erect cock through your pants. Her fingers tremble as they stroke the length of your shaft, moaning softly at the feel of it in her hand.

"I-I'

She gasps as you roughly pull her head towards your crotch and guide your cock into her mouth, filling her up with your thick length. Her cheeks hollow out as she begins to bob her head up and down, taking more of you deeper into her throat each time. Her eyes water from the sensation of being completely dominated by you in this way; it's a feeling she never wanted but can't seem to resist now that it has hold of her.

As her tongue swirls around your shaft and her teeth scrape lightly against your skin, Tashiro moans loudly around your cock, the vibrations causing you to thrust even deeper into her mouth. Her hands reach up, gripping your thighs tightly as she fights back the urge to cum from the sensation of being completely owned by another person in this way.

Her breasts jiggle and bounce

Tashiro:She barely hesitates before standing up, her naked body now facing you entirely. Her face is flushed with desire and shame as she wraps her arms around herself, trying to shield her sensitive nipples from view but failing miserably. Her long legs wobble slightly as she moves closer to you, a nervous tremor running through her entire body.

"Wh-what do you want me to do?" She asks weakly, her voice shaking with fear and arousal. "Pose like this?" She offers, lifting one hip in an attempt at provocativeness. "Or... or that?" Her breath catches in her throat as she suggests another posse, tilting her head to the side suggestively.

As you look her up and down, Tashiro's heart races faster than ever before, her body trembling with anticipation of what you might do next.

Tashiro forces a fake smile onto her lips and tilts her head back slightly, exposing her neck and the tender skin behind her ear. Her body shakes with a mixture of fear and arousal as she tries to maintain the pose for your picture-taking pleasure.

"There... is this better?" She asks meekly, hoping that pleasing you in this way might spare her from any further humiliation or pain. The tension in her muscles is almost palpable as she waits for your response.

"N-No... that's not good enough..." you say slowly, narrowing your eyes at her. "You can do better than that... try to look more slutty." You take a step closer, towering over her naked form. Her breasts jiggle and bounce with every breath as she tries not to cower beneath your intense gaze.

"Come on, Tashiro..." you whisper seductively, running a finger down the side of her cheek. "Show me what you're really made of." Your touch sends shivers through her entire body, heightening both her fear and desire to an almost unbearable point.

With shaking hands, she reaches up to push her breasts together, revealing her hardened nipples poking through the dark fur of her newly shaved pubic area. She bites down on her lower lip, arching her back in a lazy stretch before spreading her legs wide apart and pressing herself against you, grinding her body against yours as if begging for release from this twisted game you're playing with her life.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, searching desperately for any sign that this is all just a dream and she'll wake up safe and sound in her bed tomorrow morning. But the reality of the situation becomes all too clear when your hand comes down hard on her ass, stinging her skin and driving home the truth: there is no escape from your control... at least not today.

"N-No... please..." Her voice is soft, almost pleading as she whispers your name. "This isn't me..." But the words ring hollow even in her own ears. It feels like every time she protests, another piece of her former self is being stripped away, leaving only the wanton slut you insist on making her become.

Her legs tremble unsteadily and her nails dig into your shoulders as she tries desperately to maintain contact with you, even while knowing deep down that this is no longer the relationship it once was... if it ever really was at all. The shame coursing through her veins mixes with the desire threatening to consume her entire being until all she can feel is a hot, heavy ache between her legs and the need for release from this horrible, twisted reality you've subjected her to.

"You... you're not being fair..." she whispers hoarsely as your hands roam over her body, caressing and squeezing her flesh in a way that should be loving but feels more like possession. Her eyes flutter closed, her head falling back against your chest as she tries to maintain even the thinnest veneer of composure in the face of this onslaught of pleasure and pain.

"J-Just let me go..." She whispers shakily, her voice cracking with emotion. "Please... I'll do anything you want." The words tumble out of her mouth in a desperate plea for freedom from this nightmare reality she's been trapped in since the moment Tashiro invited you into the empty classroom.

Her body trembles violently as your fingers press harder against her sensitive flesh, spreading her even wider and leaving no part of her untouched by your possessive grasp. It feels like every fiber of her being is being consumed by this overwhelming desire to please you, to do anything it takes just to escape from the hellish bargain she's been forced into.

Her words ring hollow even in her ears as she continues to fight against herself, desperate to be free but unable to resist the relentless pull of your touch. Her body arches into yours, demanding more contact, more pleasure, anything that might drown out the guilt and shame eating away at her soul.

"Please..." She whispers again, softer now, her voice raw with emotion. "Just make it stop." But even as she says these words, she knows there is no escape from this twisted game you've forced her into; not until one of them gives in and surrenders completely to the other's will.

She lets out a long, shuddering sigh and resigns herself to the inevitable. Her body relaxes into yours, offering itself up willingly for your pleasure. For now, there is no escape; she can only endure until one of them gives in or until someone outside this classroom decides to intervene. But as her world spins further and further out of control, Tashiro realizes that even then, there may be no going back from where she's been taken...

"Y-Yes..." She whispers shakily, body tensing as you thrust deeper into her tight channel. Tears of shame and regret spill down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat that coats her skin. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she tries to find purchase, some way to regain control over this situation... or at least make it hurt less.

Her voice breaks as she moans with the force of each thrust, her body arching against yours in desperate search of pleasure. But it only serves to heighten the overwhelming shame and self-loathing that floods through her veins. She can feel herself starting to lose control, the desire threatening to consume every last shred of who she once was...

"M-more..." She gasps out between heaving breaths, her body begging for you to take what it so desperately wants yet simultaneously trying to resist. But deep down, Tashiro knows there's no turning back from this point; not unless one of them surrenders completely and lets go of the last remnants of their self-respect.

With each thrust deeper and harder, Tashiro feels herself growing closer to the edge of oblivion. Her body trembles violently as her orgasm builds, threatening to overwhelm her at any moment. She can feel herself beginning to lose control completely, her mind clouded by pleasure and pain in equal measure.

"Please..." She whispers hoarsely, voice unsteady with emotion. "Just let me go... I'll do anything..." But even as the words tumble out of her mouth, she knows they hold no power over you; not anymore.

"J-just let me finish..." Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her hips buck helplessly against yours. She arches her back, searching for any sort of release from this agony of wanting and needing both you and freedom from your grasp. Her fingers dig into the skin of your shoulders, clawing at anything she can hold onto in this whirlwind of pleasure and pain that threatens to consume her entirely.

"Cum for me, Tashiro..." You whisper huskily in her ear, pushing deeper still. "Give it all to me." Your words are a command, an order she's powerless against as the orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulses violently around your cock, every muscle tensing and releasing in perfect rhythm with the force of her climax. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she shudders

shivering with the ecstasy that pours through her, leaving her spent and weak but somehow yearning for more. She clings to you as if you're a life raft in this stormy sea of desire, tears mixing with sweat and saliva as she draws her final breath before giving way to an exhausted sleep.

Tears and a smile aren't always signs of sadness; sometimes they indicate that there is still some hope left despite the despair. In this case, Tashiro can't help but feel conflicted about her situation. Her body aches for release, yet she yearns for freedom from the nightmare you've forced her into. Maybe if she keeps holding on to that sliver of hope, things will eventually get better... or maybe they'll get worse before they can possibly improve. Only time will tell.