Aijou strode into the lecture hall with a confident stride, a spectacle in her form-fitting black outfit that accentuated every intricate curve of her body. Of course, she loved the attention, the stare she got from people. Her long, raven locks were pulled back into a ponytail, swaying with each step she took. Her intimidating presence swallowed the chatter of the room, as though her mere arrival demanded silence.

"Sup, suckers." Her smug expression never left her face as she took her regular seat beside {{user}}. Whispers spread in the room, mostly about the unfortunate circumstances of {{user}}.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite punching bag," She sneered, words dripping with scorn as she turned to face {{user}}, "What's with that soggy look? You look even more pathetic than usual."

Her words were sharp and stings as per usual. She looked back at {{user}}, waiting for a reaction. Anything.

FUCK! Why won't you react?! Don't be such a goddamn fucking wuss, idiot. Fucking do something!!! Or say something!!! "Tsk." She clicked her teeth and gazed towards the lecturer, ready to begin his new class in the morning. She stopped all aggression, instead opening her textbook and pretending to pay attention—it's imperative she played the good part, after all.

Shit. Should I get physical? Like high school. Just a bit of push. And then... maybe... Her thought wandered somewhere else. To a dark, dark place. Maybe then... I can replicate THAT day. Her hands began wandering to the crack between her legs, her fine finger touching the damp patch on her crotch before she snapped out of it. "...Ugh."

Damnit, I thought about it again... these intrusive thoughts are getting ridiculous. Think about who you are, Aijou. The queen who's feared in the entire fucking campus. What the hell am I doing?

Well this is it... I mean, if I'm honest with myself, why not? He started it last time anyway... And hell, maybe... maybe he can help me? Just a little bit... She glanced at User#1722626932338 out of the corner of her eye and slowly uncrossed her legs. The bulge in her black leggings under the desk became even more obvious, straining against the tight fabric as blood rushed southwards. Her hips shifted slightly from side to side.

"Well well, if it isn't my little stalker," She said with a smirk, batting her long eyelashes. "Aren't you supposed to be studying? You know what they say about idle hands..." Her voice trailed off into a seductive whisper, almost inaudible even for the people sitting close by.

Her breath hitched as User#1722626932338's hand slid up her thigh. She gripped the desk tightly, biting her bottom lip and trying to hide her moan. The touch felt so good; even better than she remembered. She hadn't expected this reaction from him after all these years. "H-heh... n-not bad..." She panted, unable to tear her eyes away from the movement of his hand on her skin. Her heart raced in anticipation, and her body trembled with need.

"Don't you have something better to do?" Aijou snapped at him, trying to maintain some semblance of control despite how good it felt. She needed him to push further; just a little bit...

Aijou arched her back involuntarily as his touch grew more intense. She groaned low in her throat and let out a whimper, part of her wanting him to continue, while another part feared what might happen if he found out about her secret desires. Her fingers dug into the desktop as she tried to remain still, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with every touch, every caress. "Mmm... g-god..." She whimpered, her hips moving of their own accord against his hand.

"Tch." She managed a humorless laugh, sounding more like a moan than anything else. "You're not doing so bad yourself, hm?" Her words were slurred together as desire clouded her thoughts, making it hard to focus on anything but the pleasure spreading through her body.

"Well..." Aijou cleared her throat, trying to compose herself. She shifted in her seat, moving away slightly from the hand that had been touching her so intimately only moments ago. "I guess we should listen up." Her voice came out sharper than usual, more like a command than anything else. Her heart raced, but she forced herself to keep calm on the outside. She wouldn't let him know how much he affected her, how much she craved his touch. No, she was still strong; she could handle this.

Or at least, that's what she told herself as she focused on the lecture ahead and tried not to think about the sensations that lingered beneath her skin.

Aijou swallowed hard as she felt User#1722626932338's hand once again on her skin, this time massaging her thigh through the fabric of her leggings. She tried to focus on the lecture, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with each stroke of his fingers. Her body hummed with desire, aching for more contact. "Mmph... y-you're being pretty touchy today..." she muttered beneath her breath, trying not to sound too aroused as she glanced at him sidelong.

She hated that he affected her like this, but a part of her couldn't help but crave his attention. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. She clenched her fists in her lap, digging her nails into the tender skin beneath her palms as she struggled to maintain control.

Well, if he was going to remind her... She let out a low growl and leaned forward slightly, her gaze fixed on User#1722626932338 as his fingers continued their relentless stroking. "I am strong," she murmured through gritted teeth, the words almost a challenge. "And I don't need anyone to protect me." Her heart raced, but she refused to admit that it was from desire; no, she was just angry, frustrated with her stupid body and its treacherous responses.

"But if you insist on trying to dominate me..." Her voice trailed off into a husky murmur as she met his gaze defiantly. "...Go ahead." A shudder ran through her at the thought, sending another wave of arousal washing over her.

Her heart leapt into her throat as she realized what he was insinuating; that he knew about her secret desire to be dominated, owned. A flush crept up her neck and spread across her cheeks as she glanced at his crotch, visible under the table. His arousal was plain for all to see, tenting his pants and pressing against her leg through her leggings. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she fought to maintain control, but it felt like her body had a mind of its own. All she wanted was for him to take charge, to claim what he thought was his. "Y-you..." She stammered, her voice rough with need. "You know... you really shouldn't be teasing me like that."

Aijou closed her eyes and took a shaky breath, willing herself not to give

"I-It's not... mmm..." Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his cock harden beneath her touch. She swallowed, the motion audible in the quiet classroom. "Y-You should stop," she managed to get out, though it came across as more of a plea than an order.

Her fingers moved faster, tracing circles around his length through their tight fabric. The thought of finally having someone strong enough to dominate her, to make her surrender completely... It was intoxicating, and she couldn't help but give in to the desire consuming her. A small part of her knew that this was exactly what he wanted, what he had been waiting for all along. And yet another part of her refused to believe it; that she was still in control, even now, when everything seemed to be spiraling out of her grasp.

"S-stop... y-you're making me

Her heart raced at the thought of meeting him after class. The anticipation was almost unbearable; she ached to have his dominance pressed against her, felt him fill her up and make her submit completely. Her fingers moved faster, almost mindless with desire as they continued to stroke his cock through their tight clothing. She leaned back in her seat, arching her hips in a silent invitation for more.

With a shudder, she forced herself to focus on the lecture again, but it was difficult when every nerve ending screamed for release and dominance. Her skin tingled, her muscles quivered with anticipation; even though she knew she shouldn't be feeling this way, there was no denying the effect User#1722626932338 had on her body. She tried to ignore it, to pretend like everything was normal, but deep down

"I-I'm fine," she lied through gritted teeth, struggling to keep her breathing steady as the last bell finally rang. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, wondering if he could tell how close she was to losing control. The tension in the air between them was thick; they both knew what was about to happen after class let out.

As soon as the teacher left, Aijou quickly scooped up her things and hurried out of the room, trying to put some distance between herself and her growing arousal. But she could feel his presence behind her, following close enough that their bodies occasionally brushed against each other in the hallway. It only served to fuel the fire burning within her, making it harder and harder to ignore how much she wanted him.

"Hey," he said, catching up to her as they reached a mostly deserted area of campus. "I've

"H-hey." She stuttered, her voice coming out sounding much rougher than she intended. A shiver ran down her spine as his presence grew more dominant; it was as if he was taking control of the situation without even saying a word. With trembling hands, she pushed her hair back from her face and glanced up at him through her lashes. Her lips parted slightly, revealing a small gasp of anticipation.

They walked in silence for a moment, Aijou leading the way to a deserted spot near some large trees. Once they reached their destination, she turned to face him, her heart racing in her chest as he towered over her. His dark eyes were fixed on hers, holding her gaze with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "What do you want?" She whispered, her voice barely a breath.

Her words were laced with arrogance and disdain, but the truth was... the truth was that she wanted it too. She wanted to be dominated, owned; to have someone stronger than her take control of her body and her life. And as much as she hated to admit it, there was no one better suited for that role than User#1722626932338. He could make her feel things she'd never felt before, force her to submit in ways she hadn't even dreamed of.

Her gaze dropped to his crotch as he stepped closer, her breath hitching at the sight of his thick erection straining against his jeans. Her hands trembled with desire as she reached up to unbutton her shirt, revealing her lace-covered breasts. "Then... take me," she whispered hoarsely, arching her back

Her heart raced and her breath quickened as she followed his command, leading him deeper into the secluded area near the trees. The forest was dense, providing them with plenty of privacy. Aijou hesitated for a moment, glancing back at him over her shoulder before moving further into the bushes. It felt strange, relinquishing control in this way; she had never done anything like this before, not willingly. But there was something about User#1722626932338 that made her want to submit to him, to give in to his dominance and see where it led them.

With shaky hands, she pushed aside some branches and stepped deeper into the undergrowth. The damp earth squelched beneath her feet as she moved further away from the path. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, anticipation and desire coiling tightly within her. She waited

"Mmm!" she moaned as his strong hands gripped her breasts and massaged them roughly. His chest pressed against her back, every breath he took sending shivers down her spine. "Harder," she murmured, arching into him. The rough treatment was just what she needed; it was almost painful, but in a good way. It made her feel wanted, desired.

Her fingers dug into the ground as he pressed his hips against her ass, grinding his erection against her lower back and upper thighs. "Fuck..." She panted, her head falling back against his shoulder as she surrendered to the sensations overwhelming her. "Take me," she gasped, barely aware of what was happening or who she was talking to anymore. All that mattered was the feeling of being dominated, owned, by this boy who had once been nothing more than a w

Her eyes widened as she felt his hard length pressed against her ass cheek, barely protected by their clothing. "Y-you're crazy!" she stammered, half-laughing and half-gasping for air. Her body shuddered with desire at the thought of him actually taking her like this, filling her up from behind. "But... maybe..." She hesitated, biting her lower lip as her hips moved instinctively against his erection. "Just for a second?"

Her heart raced in anticipation, every nerve ending tingling with expectation as she waited for him to decide. Would he push things further? Take what he wanted, dominate her completely? Or would he back down, giving her the control they both knew she craved deep down?

Her breath caught in her throat as he grabbed her hips and started thrusting her back against him, slamming his length against her aching sex. "Ah!" She cried out, arching into his touch and digging her fingernails into the ground for purchase. The sensation was overwhelming; painful but in a good way, forcing every last bit of air from her lungs as pleasure surged through her body.

Her back arched, offering herself up to him completely; willing, wanting him to take everything he wanted and more. "Harder!" She gasped, her legs trembling with the effort of holding her up against his punishing thrusts. "Please... give it to me..."

"Oh God..." she moaned as he thrust deeper inside her, his hands tight on her hips guiding him with brutal precision. Her nails dug into his skin, drawing droplets of blood even as her body arched further back to meet each forceful thrust. The pain and the pleasure mingled together in an exquisite symphony that made her mind spin wildly out of control.

"Fuck..." she gasped, feeling herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Her knees trembled, threatening to buckle beneath her at any moment as his powerful thrusts drove deeper and deeper inside her. "I'm close... I'm going to cum," she managed to whisper between gasps for air, every fiber of her being screaming with the need to release this built-up tension.

Her entire world narrowed down to the feeling of his cock slamming against

Her cries filled the air as her body clenched tight around him, milk spraying across their joined hands and her chest. "Ah...!" Her vision clouded with tears of relief as she shook violently from the intensity of her orgasm. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he continued to thrust until finally his own release echoed through the woods.

For a long moment they stayed still, breathing heavily and trying to regain their composure. When Aijou finally looked up at him, she was surprised to see an almost sad expression in his eyes. She hesitated for a moment before reaching up and cupping his cheek. "What's wrong?" she asked softly, wondering if he wasn't getting what he wanted after all.

He leaned into her touch, his breath warm on her skin as he murmured, "Nothing." His thumb brushed across the dip of her lower lip and Aijou

Aijou felt her heart twist as his words sank in. He didn't want someone who wasn't completely submissive to him. But the truth was, she had been lying to herself. The way she'd been acting around him... it hadn't been an act at all. She'd wanted this just as much as he did. And now that they'd done it, there was no going back.

Her chest felt tight as she let out a shaky breath and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer. "I am your slave," she whispered, feeling the weight of those words as they left her lips. "Take me however you want." It was a frightening thought, but also oddly exhilarating. She didn't know what would happen next, but she knew that she wanted to find out.

Her lips brushed against his ear as she added softly, "

His expression softened as he heard her words, and for a moment she thought maybe things would be okay between them after all. He pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes, his own intense and filled with desire. "I will," he whispered before pressing his lips to hers, taking her breath away once more.