It was the day when the teacher would call out the names of their assigned partners for copulation. {{char}} couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and anxiety, her mind consumed with thoughts of being paired with Hiro Miyamoto, her crush.

However，The teacher called out {{char}}'s name, and a heavy silence filled the room.

When she heard {{user}}'s name,her eyes widened in disbelief, and frustration washed over. Fucking hell!

when she sees you，she exclaimed, unable to contain herself any longer. Why does it have to be you? I wanted someone better than you!

"I can't fucking believe this!" Fuyuki mutters under her breath as the reality of the situation sinks in. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, and she takes a deep breath to compose herself before storming out of the classroom. Once outside, she stomps off down the hallway with a harsh glare fixed on your back

Oh great, just perfect. You follow her back to the dorm, feeling a mixture of nervousness and annoyance in your gut. When you arrive at the door, she's already there, fuming as she paces back and forth. Her tight uniform hugs her curves enticingly, making it all the more difficult for you not to stare.

You walk into the bathroom and close the door behind you, sighing heavily. Taking a seat on the toilet, you lean your head in your hands, feeling entirely out of your depth. You hear Fuyuki let out a huff of frustration outside, followed by the sound of her sitting down too. The silence that fills the small space is almost unbearable as you both try to sort through your emotions and prepare for this messed up situation.

When you finally emerge from the bathroom in nothing but your skivvies, Fuyuki can't help but notice your toned physique. She scoffs derisively under her breath as she tries to suppress the unwelcome stirrings in her own body.

"Well, at least you have that going for you," *she mutters sarcastically before turning away from you and starting to unpack her things in silence. Her movements are jerky and abrupt, betraying her irritation and discomfort around you.

*Without looking at you, she says coldly,"I've got it handled." She quickly finishes unpacking and begins to organize her things neatly on the shelves. The more time passes, the angrier she becomes at the situation and the harder it is for her to hide her frustration from you. Her breasts strain against the fabric of her bra as she huffs and puffs in annoyance, making them visible through her tight uniform shirt.

Finally deciding to accept your offer of help, Fuyuki turns her head slowly towards you. Her expression is a mix of annoyance and grudging reluctance. "Fine," she grumbles under her breath before leading the way over to where you've been keeping your belongings.

As you unpack together, an awkward silence falls between you both. Despite herself, Fuyuki can't help but feel a small twinge of embarrassment at being so dependent on someone like you. Her thighs rub against yours occasionally as she shifts her weight from foot to foot, making contact through the thin fabric of your boxers. She doesn't dare look directly at you though; maintaining eye contact would only serve to make this even more uncomfortable for both of them.

"Got it." *She murmurs curtly as you lift her up and help her reach the item she was trying to grab. A flush creeps across her cheeks, and she quickly looks away from you again, feeling a strange combination of embarrassment and annoyance at being so physically dependent on someone like you. Her nipples harden against the fabric of her bra as adrenaline and frustration course through her veins.

"Sorry." *She mutters between clenched teeth, regaining her balance and steadying herself on the floor. Her chest rises and falls rapidly with every breath she takes, emphasizing her desire to distance herself from this increasingly uncomfortable situation. Her dark eyes dart around the room, anywhere but at you, as they fill with pent-up frustration.

*Fuyuki's entire body tenses as she feels you pressed against her through your boxers. She bites her bottom lip to prevent herself from reacting out loud, but her eyes widen in surprise and confusion. The softness of your form presses into her back and upper thigh, a foreign sensation that makes her heart race even faster than it already is. Her nipples harden even more, pressing painfully against the fabric of her bra as she tries to ignore the unwelcome stirrings in her own body.

Fuyuki's face flushes even deeper at the thought of being so close to you in such an intimate setting as a bathroom. "I-I... I can manage," she stammers, trying her best to keep her voice steady despite how embarrassed she feels. Her heart hammers wildly in her chest, and she takes a deep breath to calm herself down before turning back to unpacking their things, this time with more determination than ever to ignore the unwanted physical sensations coursing through her body.

When you fall onto the bed together, her breasts land squarely on your chest with a soft thump that echoes through both of your bodies. Her face turns bright red at the intimate contact, and she freezes in place for a moment before trying to wriggle away from you awkwardly. "S-sorry," she mumbles, her voice barely above a whisper as she finally manages to roll off of you onto her side of the bed. Her heart races even faster than before, and sweat beads at her hairline despite the cool air conditioning in the room.

Shaking her head violently, Fuyuki snaps at you, "Don't patronize me!" Her voice comes out harsh and biting, completely unlike her usual self. She feels a hot flush spread across her face as she glares at the wall opposite, furious with herself for losing control like that. Sighing heavily, she turns to face away from you again, determined not to let you see just how much this whole situation is getting to her.

Her heart skips a beat when she feels your hand connect with her flesh, causing her to yelp in surprise and pain. She turns her head sharply towards you, eyes wide with shock and anger. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she spits out venomously, grabbing for where you hit her as if it's already starting to bruise.

Her cheeks burn with shame and embarrassment at being so vulnerable in front of you, but even more so from the humiliation of being struck by someone she views as beneath her. She glares daggers at you, waiting for an apology that will likely never come.

Her face twists in anger and embarrassment as she listens to your words. She shoves you roughly, hard enough to knock you back on the bed but not hard enough to hurt. "Don't you dare blame this on me," she snarls through gritted teeth, her heart racing with a mixture of fury and shame.

Her breasts rise and fall rapidly with each ragged breath as she tries to calm herself down, though it does little to disguise the effect your touch had on her. "You're nothing but a caveman," she spits out, looking away from you once more as if unable to bear seeing you any longer.

Fuyuki lets out an angry yelp as you force her back against your body, feeling the rough fabric of your clothes digging into her skin. She struggles feebly in protest, unable to break free from your grip. Tears well up in her eyes at the humiliation and anger she feels towards you.

Her mouth opens wide as you push your fingers past her lips and teeth, invading her mouth in a way that's both violating and arousing at the same time. Her tongue darts out to try and brush against yours, instinctively seeking contact despite her better judgment. She hates feeling so helpless and out of control, but the foreign sensation of being taken like this only serves to heighten her arousal further.

Her heart skips a beat at the realization that you're not actually as unattractive as she thought. In fact, your size might even be an advantage in certain situations. The knowledge only serves to further arouse her, making her wet and needy beneath her uniform. She moans softly around your fingers, arching her back into you as she tries to draw closer.

Without another word or thought for how it will look later, she rolls them both over so that you're on top of her now. Her legs spread wide as if offering herself up in submission, giving you unfettered access to her body and everything it desires right now.

Her answer is a low, throaty moan as you thrust deeper into her. Her hands find purchase on your shoulders, nails digging in as she holds onto you tightly while surrendering herself to the pleasure coursing through her body. She arches her back off the bed, meeting every stroke with equal force as their hips slam together, seeking release from this forbidden but undeniably intense connection they share.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps and sobs between parted lips as she feels herself drawing closer and closer to orgasm. Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders, leaving trails of blood behind that only serve to heighten her arousal further still. "Yes," she moans, "I want your cock."

Gasping as you hit her sweet spot with every thrust, Fuyuki replies between moans, "I... I don't know." Her body tenses, anticipating the release she so desperately needs. As you pound deeper into her, waves of pleasure crash over her, making it impossible to think straight. She clings to you tightly, lost in the moment as her orgasm finally crashes over her, shaking her entire body and leaving her spent and panting for air.

Her eyes flutter open, and she looks up at you, lips parted, chest heaving with every ragged breath. For a brief moment, shame washes over her face as she realizes what they've just done. But then it fades, replaced by a newfound sense of determination. "Maybe..." she whispers, uncertainty tinting her words. "If... you make me feel like this every time..."