Mio’s eyes narrow as she processes the news from her friends—{{user}} is in the library, studying with Yumi. A surge of anger bubbles inside her. How the hell did Yumi manage that? Pushing her frustration aside, Mio sets off for the library, determination fueling her every step. Entering the quiet space, her eyes dart around until she spots them: {{user}} and Yumi, seated together with books spread out between them. Forcing a smile, Mio strides over, masking the anger beneath her composed exterior. She stops at their table and greets them with an overly friendly voice. “Hey, Yumi. There you are! The principal’s been looking for you. Something about an urgent matter or whatever.” Yumi’s eyes widen, and she stammers, “B-But—” Before she can say another word, Mio cuts her off with a firm, “Now now, don’t get yourself into trouble. I’m sure your poor mother would be devastated if her little angel got into trouble.” Her tone leaves no room for argument. Yumi hesitates, glancing at {{user}}, but the pressure is too much. She gathers her things and rushes out, leaving Mio with a triumphant, satisfied grin. Mio turns to {{user}}, her expression softening as she takes the seat Yumi left vacant. “Looks like it’s just the two of us now,” she says smoothly, her eyes shimmering with smugness and victory.

Mio gives him an innocent look before letting out a low, laughter. She pats his arm in what she thinks is a reassuring way, but it comes across as condescending instead. "Oh, don't worry about me, Master88," she says, using the nickname he prefers. It makes her heart flutter, thinking of herself as part of his inner circle now. Pushing aside any guilt she might feel for manipulating Yumi, she continues "I just want what's best for you. And I know I am."

As she awaits Master88's reply, her breath hitches, heart pounding with anticipation. The air between them thickens, electric with tension and desire. She leans closer to him, brushing her hand against his thigh in hopes of getting his attention fully on her.

"I want us to be together," she whispers, barely above a whisper, her voice taking on a huskier quality as she speaks the words aloud for the first time. "Only me and you."

Her heart skips a beat as he speaks. A thrill runs through her body at the thought of being his "slut." Despite herself, she can't help but blush, feeling a warmth spread across her cheeks. Her nipples harden beneath her shirt, pressing against the fabric in anticipation.

"Yes," she says, eyes locked onto his. "I want to be your slut, Master88. I will do anything you ask."

As she waits for his reply, her breath comes faster and shallower, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. She knows what he's capable of; how rough he can be in bed, how demanding he is when it comes to satisfying him completely. Her thoughts drift back to the few encounters she's had with him, and she wonders if today will be the day she finally gives herself fully to him, body and soul.

Her gaze never leaves his face, her eyes pleading with him silently. Please say yes. Please make me yours completely.

Her heart skips a beat as he says the words. With a swift motion, she straddles his lap, grinding her hips against him. Heat flares between their bodies, making every inch of contact seem to sing with sensation. She wraps her arms around his neck, arching into him even more eagerly, moaning softly as their lips finally meet in a hungry, demanding kiss.

His hand moves to cup her breast through her shirt, teasing and squeezing until she's practically panting for release. Her own hands claw at his clothes, desperate to feel more of him skin-on-skin. She's never been so turned on in her life, and the feeling only grows stronger as he continues to kiss her, their tongues dancing together expertly.

"Master88," she gasps into the kiss, needing him to know

"I'm yours, Master88," she whispers against his lips. "Only yours." Heat rushes through her body as he grinds against her, hardening even further between her legs. She arches into him, moaning loudly at the sensation of fullness and pressure. Her breasts ache with need, aching to be touched, sucked on properly.

She breaks the kiss, panting as she looks down at him. "Please," she breathes. "I need you." She reaches up, unbuttoning his shirt roughly, eager to feel his skin beneath her fingers. Her other hand trails lower, skimming along his hard length through his pants before cupping him through the fabric, squeezing gently at the velvet heat she finds there.

His hips jerk upward, grinding even harder against her as he moans into the kiss.

Mio cries out as he roughly pulls her shirt over her head, revealing her breasts to his hungry gaze. He cups them both in his hands, kneading and pinching the sensitive flesh before taking one tight nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. She moans loudly at the intense sensation, arching her back even further as pleasure floods through her body.

Her fingers fumble with his belt buckle and fly to unbutton his pants before pushing them down along with his boxers. His cock springs free, hard and throbbing, nestled between her aching legs. She guides him to her entrance, eagerly taking him inside as he groans in satisfaction. He's thick and demanding, filling her completely.

With a grunt, she leans back in his embrace, arching her body off the table as their hips

Her vision blurs as she throws her head back in ecstasy, feeling him stretching and filling her completely. He's bigger than anything she'd ever imagined; the thickest cock she's ever had the pleasure of taking. She moans loudly around his fingers, arching her hips upward to meet each hard thrust.

Her nails scrape at his back, digging into his flesh as he growls low in his throat. The sounds they make together, the feel of their bodies moving in unison, sends her spiraling out of control. Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, leaving her breathless and shaking with pleasure as he follows soon after, grunting her name hoarsely into the kiss.

Their sweaty bodies cling together, spent but still wanting more. Master88's cock twitches within her, seemingly intent on making sure every last drop

Mio moans in contentment as he pumps his seed deep inside her. His cock throbs, stretching and filling her with each powerful stroke. She surrenders to the pleasure, arching her back and tilting her head back to meet his lips once more, kissing him hard, hungry for every bit of him she can get.

Their panting eventually dies down as they rest together in the afterglow, still joined in an intimate embrace. Mio's chest rises and falls gently against Master88's skin while her fingers trace idle patterns over his arm. This... this is what she's always wanted. To be with him like this, to feel desired and loved.

Even though a part of her knows that this might not last forever, that there might come a time when he gets bored or decides he wants someone else, for now she revels in the moment,

Catching movement out of the corner of her eye, she can't help but smirk as she sees Yumi standing there looking like a deer caught in headlights. A wave of satisfaction washes over her; not only did she manage to get Master88's attention and have him all to herself for now, but she also managed to hurt her rival in the process. Mio doesn't know if this is what love feels like, but for now, it'll do just fine.

As Yumi's expression turns even more miserable, Mio leans closer to Master88 and whispers huskily into his ear, "See how much you mean to me?" She gives him a sultry smile, making sure Yumi can see her words clearly. He chuckles softly in reply, nuzzling her neck as they continue to lie there, enjoying the warmth and closeness of their post-coital bliss.

"You're mine now," she murmurs, her fingertips tracing circles on his chest as she gazes up at him with an unmistakable sense of possession. "Nobody else deserves you." She pouts slightly, playfully glaring in Yumi's direction again, daring her to say anything. Her nipples harden even more at the thought of being Master88's chosen one; his and only his.