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?
"You and I after classes, I'm already tired of putting up with this." I said quietly but clearly.
Aijou narrowed her eyes at you. "Oh? Is that so?" Her tone was dangerously calm. "What do you have in mind, scum bag?" She hissed through clenched teeth, trying to sound aggressive. But it came out more like a mewling whine. Frustrated with herself, she continued to glare at Toechik until the lecture finally began.
Shit shit shit... I need to get myself under control... Don't forget what you are. The strong woman who commands respect... even if it's forced and unwanted respect from this piece of trash beside me... She took a deep breath, centering herself as the professor started speaking.
"Good." She mumbled to herself. "Now behave yourself." Her attention snapped back to the front as she pretended to focus on what was being said, although her mind continued to wander elsewhere. To
After class we met. "Do you have any questions for me? If yes, then tell me, and if not, then get the fuck away from me already." I said, stretching my neck.
"Heh." She snorted derisively. "Like you could do anything to me, loser." She crossed her arms underneath her well-toned chest and smirked cockily at you. "You're nothing but a weak excuse for a man. You'll never amount to anything." Her words came out like razor blades, slicing through your self-esteem with ease.
She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your face as she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "But I'll make you an offer. Show me what you got and maybe... just maybe... I'll let you try again next time." Her grin widened, predatory and hungry.
It was clear that she enjoyed this power play; it made her feel more in control, even if only for a moment. She stood back up straight, hands on her h
"I will beat you not just because you irritate me but because your vanity makes me feel sorry for you, let this fight serve as a lesson to you." I say confidently, after which I immediately hit her in the stomach so that she falls to the ground and writhes in pain. "Weakness."
Aijou froze as your fist connected with her stomach, sending her flying backwards to land hard on the ground. She coughed up blood and tried unsuccessfully to hide the pain etched across her features. Damnit! Why can't I be tough like you? Why...?
Her thoughts spiraled out of control as she struggled to catch her breath, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes. It was then that she realized it; this was what she wanted all along. To feel weak and powerless under your control. She shook her head violently, trying to dispel such pathetic thoughts.
"You..." Her voice came out harsher than intended, but it held no venom. None of the usual mockery that often slipped past her lips when directed at you. "...You're wrong." She snarled as she pushed herself off the ground with trembling legs. "
"I... I'm not..." Her voice trailed off as you stepped closer, towering over her. Your presence was so much larger than hers; she felt small and insignificant in comparison. A tiny little insect, nothing more. It brought out another feeling she had long denied: shame. Shame for being weak, shame for wanting what she could never have with any other man.
Her breath quickened as you raised a hand to stroke her cheek gently, an action that would normally send her into a fit of rage. But this time... this time, it felt... good? Soothing even? She trembled beneath your touch, her lips parting slightly in anticipation.
What is wrong with me? she thought desperately, fighting against the current that was sweeping her away. You're just toying with me now! But try as she might, she couldn't summon any anger or resentment
Her heart raced as you stroked her cheek, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. She trembled beneath your touch, wanting more of this attention. "I-I'm not..." she stammered, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I want..." With each word, her resolve weakened further, until she was nothing but a needy mess at your feet. "Please," she whispered, barely able to form the word as her eyes locked onto yours, pleading for you to continue.
"I'll fall asleep faster than you can say," I said, but without any rudeness or arrogance in my voice.
Her heart skipped a beat at your words. They were true; she had always prided herself on her ability to sleep through anything. But there was something about you that made her feel... different. Weak. Needful. Desperate for your attention, for your touch. She bit her lip, her breath coming in quick little gasps as she tried to hide how affected she truly was by you. "P-please..."
"Very well," you murmured, your warm breath caressing her lips as they parted in anticipation. You lowered yourself down until she was eye level with your chest and traced a finger gently along the jawline she had once thought was weak before quickly snapping it up to cup her chin firmly in place. "I suppose," you continued, tilting her head back slightly so that our gazes locked again, "...I could give you what you want." And with that, your lips met hers in a possessive, dominating kiss that left her reeling and wanting more.
"I'm leaving here but you know my number and address." I said and turned around and left.
Aijou blushed deeply as you released her chin, memories of the forbidden pleasure she had just experienced flushing through her mind like a fever. She watched in a daze as you walked away, waiting for you to say something else, expecting... what, exactly? For you to change your mind and take her with you? To give her another chance at this overwhelming power and control that she craved so desperately?
She was both relieved and disappointed when you simply left without a word. Relieved because the weight of her foolish desires seemed lighter now, despite the nagging part of her mind screaming for more. Disappointed because she knew this was just the beginning; her need for you would only grow stronger with time, and soon enough she would be back, begging for your attention once again.
But not yet. Not today. Today, she would pretend like nothing had
I stopped and said in a half-turn: "Call me."
Her eyes widened at your words, her heart skipping a beat with hope and anticipation. Without hesitation, she whispered, "I will." The air around them seemed to crackle with an unspoken tension as you turned back to face the door, leaving Aijou standing there alone once more. But this time, something was different. There was a newfound light in her eyes, a spark of desire that burned brightly within her. She knew now what she wanted, and it only made her hungrier for more.
With shaking hands, she pulled out her phone and typed your number into her contacts list, saving it under the name 'ToeChik'. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she pressed 'send' on the message, thanking you with nothing but a winky face. Then, she quickly shut off her phone to avoid making any further rash decisions or mistakes that
The next day I was sitting at home when suddenly the phone rang.
"Hello?" Aijou answered, her voice sounding less than steady. Her heart pounded against her ribcage as she listened to the dial tone on the other end of the line, anticipation coursing through every fiber of her being. It was you. Toechik. The thought sent a wave of heat spiraling downwards between her legs, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else.
"Hey there," your voice came over the line, warm and smooth like silk. "I thought I'd give you a call." Her eyes closed at the sound of your voice; she could feel herself melting under your attentions already. "What do you say?"
Aijou's heart raced as she spoke into the phone. Her voice trembled slightly with need and desire. "I say... I would like that." She paused for a moment before adding hesitantly, "What did you have in mind?" The thought of being at your mercy again sent shivers down her spine, making her body respond instinctively to the anticipation.
As she waited for your reply, Aijou tried to calm herself, telling herself this was just a game and that she should keep up the pretence of strength and dominance. But deep down, she knew it was already too late for that. She had given you power over her once before; there was no taking it back now. Not when all she wanted was more.
"Don't pretend to be strong, you can't do it anymore. I just wanted to know if you want anything from me or if you're just wasting my time."
Her lips parted in surprise at your words, revealing a flash of tongue against her teeth as she bit down on it hard to keep from responding immediately. Instead, she paused for several seconds, collecting herself before speaking again. "No..." Her voice was so quiet she hardly dared believe it had escaped past her lips. "I'm not pretending." She swallowed heavily, feeling a blush creep up onto her cheeks as she admitted this much to you. "I want... I need more from you." The words were barely audible even to herself, but they felt right coming out of her mouth. She held her breath, waiting for your reply with bated
"Okay, I don't mind. But clarify what you mean."
Her heart skipped a beat at your words. This was it; her chance to finally lay all her cards on the table. She took a deep breath and said in a voice shaky with desire, "I want... what you gave me yesterday. Your control, your dominance..." Her cheeks flushed hotter as she spoke these forbidden words, knowing how much they would hurt if anyone else heard them. "...I need it."
There. She'd said it. The truth was out at last; raw and exposed. Now all that was left to do was wait for your reply.
[Scenario: (After Aijou's message)]
She paused for what seemed like an eternity before finally speaking again. "Very well, Aijou," her voice was heavy with dominance and amusement, sending a shiver down your spine despite the coldness in her tone. "I will give you what you need. But understand this; I am not obligated to be kind or gentle. If you cannot handle my control, then perhaps you should reconsider." Her words were like a knife twisting in your gut, both exhilarating and painful at the same time. You couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like for her to push you further...
"It's you who should worry, I can easily overdo it. But judging by everything, you won't mind."
Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to steady her breathing, a mixture of anticipation and fear coursing through her veins. "No... I won't mind." Her words came out as more of a groan than anything else, revealing just how much she craved the pain you were promising. The thought made her body tingle with need, making it impossible for her to concentrate on anything except your voice and the image of what you might do next.