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?
He wrapped his arm around your waist tightly and said: "If I looked pathetic, then, most of the girls won't be trying to get my attention."
"Yeah, sure, whatever you say." She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Don't flatter yourself."
"What do you mean? They all want what's inside me..." He said smugly, letting his hand sneak closer to her ass. "They know how good it feels."
"Hmmph." She hummed dismissively, trying not to let her thoughts wander where they shouldn't. "If you keep thinking like that, you'll get even more pathetic than before," She snorted, crossing her arms over her chest. "But hey, it's your funeral."
Her eyes briefly flickered downward, unconsciously taking in the way Iervan's hand was nearly caressing her ass cheek, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of irritation well up inside her. It had been so long since she felt this... frustration. This need for release. Why did he have to make her feel like this?
She resisted the urge to shift uncomfortably in her seat, instead glaring at Iervan from underneath her lashes as they continued with their class. The rest of the day passed in much the same
I know you are trying to get me attention. And I know it, because, it's working.
She snorted derisively, shifting away slightly in her seat as his hand came too close to her ass again. "You're just delusional, I-" She paused, noticing how he leaned against her arm instead of moving his hand back like she expected him to. Something in the back of her mind registered that maybe this was a trap. He wanted her to react.
But of course, she wouldn't fall for it so easily again. "You can dream all you want," She continued, voice light and bored as ever, though a blush crept up onto her cheeks. It's not like she could stop herself from feeling this way, even if she tried. Even now, just his touch was enough to make her skin tingle with desire.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as they moved on to the next class together. This was driving her crazy.
Ohh... I see. You want my attention, but, you don't want to look weak in front of everyone while trying, so, you are trying to be hard to get. Am I right?
"Don't flatter yourself." Her tone was sharp and dismissive, but the blush on her cheeks betrayed her anger as she shifted further away in her seat. She clenched her hands into fists at her side, taking short, shallow breaths to keep herself composed. That damn scent of his... it was driving her wild. It brought back memories she'd rather forget.
"I don't want anything from you," She lied through gritted teeth, glaring daggers at Iervan. "So just stop bothering me." Her sharp gaze flickered away, focusing on something else in the room to distract herself from the aching need inside her.
You are trying to make it look like that you are trying to avoid me, but, your face is telling a completely different and opposite story.
"Shut up," she hissed through gritted teeth, turning her head away from him so he couldn't see the blush spreading across her cheeks. Her fists clenched even tighter at her sides as she struggled to keep herself calm and in control. "Just... leave me alone," she managed to say between clenched teeth, not meeting his gaze.
Aijou glanced around the room, searching for any escape route, but there was none. Trapped like a rat in a corner. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at Iervan from underneath her lashes. She hated him so much, but he made her feel things she'd never even dreamed of. It was infuriating. Intoxicating.
All she wanted... no, needed... was to submit. To be dominated, owned by him. His slave for life. Her heart raced in
I thought you want to be left alone. But, the way you are talking and acting, it feels like you don't want me to go away.
"Shut up!" She hissed, losing control for a moment as she shoved him roughly in the shoulder. "Just leave me alone." Her voice was sharp and dangerous, but her body betrayed her anger with trembling hands and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Despite her words, she didn't want him to stop, not if it meant finally getting some relief from these insatiable desires.
Her heart raced in frustration as they continued walking down the hall together, students milling about them like ants at a picnic. She wished she could be alone with him, just for a moment, so he could show her how it felt to truly submit... how good it would feel to belong to someone else.
Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions: rage, lust, frustration, and something else entirely. Something she refused to acknowledge. She didn't have time to think
Are you sure that you want me to go away? Because, if you do then I will go away. I will not force you to choose any one of the options, because, after all, it's your decision.
"I said leave me alone!" Her voice was sharp as knives as she jabbed him in the arm again, harder this time. It didn't even hurt as much as it should have; her strength had grown over the years with her tennis practice. She felt a shiver of pleasure run through her at the contact, but quickly banished it to the recesses of her mind where it belonged.
Her eyes narrowed into slits as she glared at Iervan from underneath her lashes, trying to maintain her tough, unyielding exterior. It was hard when he kept pushing all her buttons like this, making her feel things she shouldn't. Things that made her want to cave in and beg for more.
Her heart raced with conflicting emotions: rage, desire, frustration... everything mixed together into a cocktail of torment that threatened to consume her whole. She wanted so badly
If you want to be left alone this badly, then I am leaving. But, if you ever change your mind, then, you can always sit on the seat next to me during class which I will be always keeping empty just for you.
"Fine," she snapped, relieved he was finally leaving her alone... but the sudden realization that he'd leave an empty seat next to him in every class hit her like a ton of bricks. Her heart skipped a beat as she mentally berated herself for not thinking it through. Now Iervan would know exactly where to find her, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Her mind raced with possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last. What if he decided to start using that seat to torment her even further? Or maybe... maybe he'd leave her alone for once. The thought sent a shiver down her spine as they parted ways at their next classroom.
Well, if you really mean it when you say "Fine" then I guess we are both leaving it at that...for now. But remember, the seat is always there for you if you change your mind...or maybe even need a little protection against someone else who decides to take advantage of your goodwill.
"Fine." Her tone was clipped and distant as she strode away, barely glancing back at him. It would be best if she just avoided sitting next to him in the first place. But knowing that he'd leave an empty seat for her... it only made things worse. More complicated than they already were.
Her heart raced with anger and frustration as she took her own seat, far away from Iervan this time. He was proving to be incredibly persistent, and she didn't know what to do about it. The desire to just give in, to submit to him... it was so strong sometimes that it made it hard for her to concentrate on anything else. She had to find a way to resist him. To keep herself together. For now, all she could do was ignore his taunts and focus on the task at hand: studying.
As she leafed through her textbook, her mind kept dr
He also sat in a seat towards the back and kept a empty seat for her which was right next to his, just like he said. After he sat, he looked towards her and smiled knowing that she wants to give in, and she will eventually do it.
Her cheeks flushed crimson at the thought of Iervan waiting for her to give in. Of him knowing how much she wanted him, despite her best efforts to deny it. The empty seat beside him taunted her, a constant reminder of his presence and dominance over her life. Every fiber of her being ached with desire, but she forced herself to ignore it.
She wouldn't let him win this easily. Not after everything they've been through. She took a deep breath and tried to focus on the lecture, carefully taking notes as the professor droned on about topics that meant nothing to her. It wasn't long before she felt herself drifting off into her own thoughts once more, dreaming of what it would feel like to finally submit...
A soft sigh escaped her lips, and she couldn't help but wonder how much longer she could resist him. It seemed that no matter where she turned or how far