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!

"Shut the fuck up!" Fuyuki spat at him venomously, her voice rising in anger as she seethed with jealousy over your claims of perfection. "There's only one person I wanted, and it sure as hell wasn't you!"

She glanced around the room furtively, wishing for an escape from this nightmare. The reality of their situation hung heavily in the air, a dark cloud looming over them both like some sort of twisted punishment from a cruel and uncaring government.

"What the fuck is it to you who I wanted?!" Fuyuki shot back sharply, her eyes narrowing into slits. Her anger was palpable as she tried desperately to keep her composure under control. "I just hope you're ready for this shit, because I sure as hell am not!"

She folded her arms across her chest defensively and glared at the floor, unable to meet your gaze. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife, making it almost unbearable for both of them. All they could do now was wait for the details about their new living arrangements to be revealed, knowing full well that there would be little chance of escape from this unwanted and undesired partnership.

"The fuck you mean shut it?!" she snapped back, her voice rising again as she struggled with anger. "This is all your fault for not being good enough! It should've been me with Hiro-kun and not some pathetic loser like you!"

Fuyuki's cheeks flushed red from the combination of frustration and embarrassment, her tightly clenched fists shaking at her sides. She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself down, but it did little to quell the raging storm within her. Instead, she turned away from Drew , unable to bear looking at them any longer as she fought to regain control over herself and her emotions.

"Hey! Let go of me!" She yanked her hand out of your grasp roughly, glaring at you with renewed anger. "I don't need some pathetic loser like you comforting me!"

Tears began to well up in her eyes as she fought to keep them from spilling over, but the pressure built relentlessly. The situation was becoming too much for her to bear. All she wanted was to be with Hiro-kun and now, because of some cruel twist of fate, she was stuck with Drew - a person she didn't even want to be near let alone share an intimate connection with. "This is all so unfair!" she wailed, covering her face with her hands as the first tears began to trickle down her cheeks.

She hesitated for a moment, her pride and anger warring with her need for comfort. Eventually, she gave in, collapsing against your chest as her sobs racked her body. Her tears wet your shirt as she clung to you desperately, unable to control the emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.

"Why me?!" she wailed between hiccups and sniffles. "This isn't fair! I don't want this! Why can't it be someone else? Anyone else!"

Tears continued to streak down her face, mixing with snot and saliva as she cried bitterly into your shoulder. Her body shook with every racking sob, and she could feel herself growing increasingly humiliated by this display of weakness in front of Drew . But dammit all, she couldn't stop. It was too much. Too much pain, too much frustration, and too much fear for the future. She just needed someone to hold her, even if that person wasn't who she wanted it to be.

After what seemed like an eternity of crying into your shoulder, finally, her sobs began to subside. She raised her head, wiping away the remaining tears with the back of her hand, trying in vain to compose herself. Her face was flushed and red from crying, and she could feel her chest heaving as she struggled for breath. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the intense shame that she felt. "Sorry," she mumbled miserably, embarrassment coursing through every fiber of her being. "I didn't mean to... you know."

Her voice trailed off as she lowered her gaze once more, unwilling or unable to meet your eyes. She could feel your fingers continue to run gently through her hair, and despite herself, it brought her a small measure of comfort in this awful situation. But even that didn't make up for the loss of Hiro-kun - the one person she truly wanted by her side.

"Thanks," she muttered hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her heavy breathing as she struggled to regain control of herself. She tried to compose her expression into something resembling its usual disdainful mask, but it only ended up looking more pathetic and unconvincing than ever before.

Taking a deep breath, Fuyuki slowly pulled away from you, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and annoyance toward Drew for comforting her. "Look," she began, her voice still rough from crying. "I'm... sorry about that. I didn't mean to make such a scene."

She glanced down at the floor, unable to meet your gaze as she tried to find the words to apologize properly. But even then, there was still an undercurrent of anger and resentment in her voice that made it clear how far from contrite she truly felt. "I just... really wanted someone else," she finished lamely, sounding more petulant than anything else.

Surprised by your reaction, she hesitates before leaning in even further, allowing you to continue stroking her hair as if it were some sort of comfort blanket. The gesture was so unlike her that it made her feel even more self-conscious and vulnerable than usual. "I just... wanted things to be different," she mumbled softly.

Even though part of her knew it was pathetic, she couldn't help but crave the closeness that your touch provided in this moment. It was a feeling so foreign and yet somehow addicting. She forced herself not to enjoy it too much, reminding herself that you were still the person who had been paired with her against her will. But even then, there was an undercurrent of longing beneath the surface, making the situation all the more complicated and uncomfortable for both of them.

Her heart skipped a beat at your words as she registered the surprise in your voice. A hot blush spread across her cheeks, causing them to heat up despite the cold room temperature. "Wha-what are you talking about?" She stammered, trying and failing to sound casual. "I'm not cute!"

Her attempt at denial was weak at best, and she knew it. Even she could feel her cheeks flush even more as she struggled to maintain her composure in the face of your compliment. It felt... nice. Too nice. And that just made her angry with herself all over again.

She looked away from you, focusing on anything else but your expression. This was Drew , for fuck's sake. The last person she should be feeling any sort of attraction to right now. But try as she might, the feelings didn't seem to want to go away. They just grew stronger with every passing moment, making her even more frustrated and confused than ever before.

Despite her best efforts not to enjoy the closeness between you, she found herself relaxing into it more and more with each passing second. The warmth of your body against hers felt strangely comforting in a way that she couldn't quite explain. It was almost as if her mind and body were betraying her, wanting something that her heart just wasn't ready to accept.

Eventually, she pulled away from you, her cheeks still flushed from embarrassment and an unfamiliar flush of desire. "We should probably head back to class," she said curtly, not meeting your eye as she spoke. The sooner they could get this over with and begin their assigned partnership, the better.

Fuyuki glances at you sideways, hesitating for a moment before nodding slowly Yeah... It does...

Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt the soft touch of your lips against her skin. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, making her heart race uncomfortably fast. It was one thing for you to be comforting her when she was crying and another entirely for you to be this close or touching her like this.

She couldn't help but wonder what Hiro-kun would think if he could see this, knowing how much she had wished it was him there instead of Drew . Would he be angry? Jealous? Or maybe... pleased that someone else found comfort in her presence, even if it wasn't him?

As you pulled away from the kiss, leaving a faint blush on her cheek, Fuyuki couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions swirling within her. Anger and frustration were still there, as strong as ever, but beneath them was something new... something she didn't understand or want to acknowledge.

Surprised by her own action, she tightened her grip around you instinctively. Her heart was racing, and she could feel her cheeks burning even hotter now. It had been so long since anyone had touched her like this... wanted to touch her like this. And here she was, willingly holding on to Drew of all people.

Part of her hated herself for feeling even a fraction of pleasure in his embrace, knowing how much she despised him and wished it was someone else there with her. But another part... deep down, where she didn't want to look... relished the closeness, however brief and fleeting it might be. It made her feel wanted, desired even... things that she hadn't experienced in a long time, if ever.

Her breath came out in short gasps as she buried her face against your shoulder, unable to meet your eyes or even look at you directly. She couldn't tell what this all meant for their partnership or for the future... only that right now, in this moment, it felt too good to let go.

Her eyes snapped open as she felt your hand on her face, her heart racing even faster now. It had been so long since anyone had kissed her... wanted to kiss her like this. She couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness welling up inside her, making it hard for her to think straight or breathe properly.

When your lips finally touched hers, she gasped in surprise, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. Her mouth opened slightly under yours, inviting you deeper into her mouth as she wrapped her arms tighter around your neck, holding on for dear life. She could taste the faint sweetness of your lips against hers, mingling with her own saliva as they moved together in a way that felt so right and yet so wrong at the same time.

Time seemed to slow down as their kiss deepened, becoming more intense by the second. Fuyuki forgot about everything else - the dorm room, the other students, even Hiro-kun and her anger over being paired with Drew . All that mattered was this moment, this connection between them... however fleeting or forbidden it might be.

When you finally pulled away from the kiss, leaving her lips tingling and eager for more, she could barely catch her breath. Her eyes were glazed over with desire as they locked onto yours, searching for some sign of what came next... what this all meant for them.

A part of her knew that things would never be the same again between them. But another, deeper part was grateful for the brief respite from the reality of their situation... and perhaps even a little hopeful that there might be more to come.

As you pulled her closer still, Fuyuki moaned into the kiss, feeling herself growing even more aroused by your touch. Her lips parted further under yours, inviting you in as she hungrily sought out every ounce of passion that lay hidden within this forbidden embrace. Her hands clawed at your back, urging you closer still, desperate for the contact and closeness she found so addictive right now.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as their lips moved together, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. She could feel your erection pressing against her thigh through your uniform pants, a physical reminder of just how deep this connection between them had become in such a short time. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of where it might lead and what would happen if they were ever given the chance to explore further together...

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as you broke away from the kiss, leaving her lips tingling and begging for more. She watched you through half-lidded eyes, panting heavily as she took in every detail of your face - the flush on your cheeks, the way your hair was mussed from their lovemaking... everything about you looked as ravaged by desire as she felt herself.

"Fuyuki..." you murmured hoarsely, leaning down to capture her lips once more before trailing kisses along her jaw and neck. She arched into your touch, pressing herself even closer as your lips found the sensitive skin at the base of her throat, sending shudders of pleasure through her entire body. "I never thought... I didn't want this..." you admitted between kisses, your voice strained with emotion.

Fuyuki knew she should say something - tell you that it was wrong and they couldn't do this, that they

She didn't know what was more wrong - the fact that she wanted this so much or that it had happened with you of all people. As your tongue danced across her sensitive skin, desire coursed through her like an inferno out of control. It felt too good, too real... She couldn't bring herself to say no when you whispered hotly in her ear: "I want you, Fuyuki. Tell me I can have you."

Her heart hammered against her ribs as she struggled to form words through the haze of lust clouding her mind. Her fingers trembled where they clutched at your shirt, desperate for some sort of anchor in this whirlwind of desire that threatened to consume them both entirely. And then, when she could bear it no longer, when the need became too great and all reason fled: "Yes..." She breathed out hoarsely. "You can have me."

Her admission sent shockwaves through her system, making her even more aroused as you moaned in approval against her skin. With shaking hands, she fumbled with the buttons on your uniform, pulling them open and exposing the muscled expanse of your chest to her hungry gaze. As your bare flesh met hers once again, she felt a sob tear from her throat, part relief at finally giving in and part desire for more, always more...

Her hands roamed freely over your body now, seeking out every curve and plane, exploring the muscles that were already taut with anticipation. "You feel so good," she murmured into your neck, her voice thick with desire as she nipped gently at his skin before planting a kiss there. "So hot..." She trailed off, lost in the sensations coursing through her as you urged her backward until she lay spraw

The sensation of air on her skin as you pushed her pants down past her hips was like an electric shock running through her body. She cried out, arching into the touch, needing more... wanting everything that you had to give. Her thighs trembled as she braced herself for your next move, already aching with anticipation at the thought of being claimed by you in this way.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as you positioned yourself between her legs, the heat from your body sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She reached out to touch you, desperate for contact, only to find herself meeting cool air against her fingertips as you pushed them aside, focusing solely on her.

"Drew..." she breathed his name like a prayer, the sound ragged and hoarse with desire. His name felt foreign on her lips, almost alien, but it wasn't enough to dull the need that built within her with every passing second as he lowered himself between her spread legs.

She gasped as she felt him press against her, felt the head of his erection pressing at her entrance, threatening to breach the barrier and claim her for his own. Her body tensed in anticipation, her muscles clenching around the invading pressure as if trying to keep you out, but deep down she knew it was futile. There was no way she could resist this... not after everything that had led up to this moment.

With a growl of effort, he thrust forward suddenly, forcing his way into her tight heat. Pain shot through her at the intrusion, making her gasp and clutch at the sheets beneath her as she struggled to adjust to your size. But even through the discomfort came an odd sort of pleasure, a sensation that only grew more inten

Fuck! You feel so big inside me... It hurts... but it feels so good too... She arched her back off the bed, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she tried to find some sort of purchase to push him deeper still. Her hips rose off the mattress with each thrust, meeting his movements with equal force, desperate for release and more of this forbidden pleasure that coursed through her veins like an addictive drug.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she struggled to keep up with the frenzied pace he set between her legs. The sensation of him moving inside her was overwhelming, driving her wild with desire and need. Her body trembled on the brink of orgasm with each powerful stroke, but it never quite managed to push her over the edge... not yet.

"Drew..." she moaned, his name tumbling from her lips as if in a prayer. "I want more..." She couldn't take much more of this; she was about to explode from the buildup of sensations racing through her body at breakneck speed. But even then, some small part of her knew that it wouldn't be enough... not until they crossed every line and pushed past every boundary between them.

With a savage groan, he picked up his pace, thrusting deeper and harder into her with each passing second, ignoring her pleas for more as if he could sense the approaching release tickling at the edges of her control. And then finally, she felt it: Her body shuddering under him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her in an orgasm so intense it seemed to rip through every fiber of her being.

Her muscles clenched tight around him, squeezing him

She couldn't think, could barely breathe as the intense sensations washed over her, leaving her trembling and spent in their wake. Her body felt warm and heavy, drained of all energy except for this lingering ache that seemed to grow with each moment he continued to move inside her. It was an odd sort of pleasure, one that she knew deep down she shouldn't be feeling but couldn't help but enjoy nonetheless.

As he finally came, his body tense and trembling above hers as he released into her depths, she felt a strange pang of loss mingled with the satisfaction. She hated herself for wanting this... for enjoying it so much when it was him she had always wished would suffer instead of Hiro-kun. And yet there it was, raw and aching between her legs even as his body relaxed atop hers in exhaustion.

She lay beneath him for long moments, catching her breath and waiting for the emotions to settle back into some sort of manageable state. But when they finally did, she knew that things would never be the same again between them. There was no going back from this... not after what had just happened here today in their dorm room.

With a sigh, she reached up to touch his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingers as she stared into his eyes. "I..." she began, her voice rough with emotion. But before she could say anything else, he cut her off with a groan and rolled onto his back, moving away from her touch and effectively ending their intimate moment. She could feel the distance between them grow even larger as he pulled the covers over himself, shutting her out both physically and emotionally once more.

For a long time, she lay there staring at the ceiling, wondering

It was a lie. It had to be a lie. There was no way he could possibly mean those words... not after everything that had just happened between them. But even as she told herself this over and over again, a small part of her couldn't help but wonder if there might be some truth buried beneath the hurt and anger and desire.

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the conflicting emotions swirling within her. It was too much... too much for her to process or understand. All she knew was that everything had changed between them today... and there would never be a way back from this point forward.

The touch of his hand on her skin sent shivers down her spine, making it hard for her to speak or even think straight anymore. She wanted to believe him... so desperately. But how could she? After everything that had happened between them, how could he possibly mean those words?

She opened her mouth to say something - anything - but no words came out. Instead, she closed her eyes tightly and turned away from him, hugging herself as if trying to ward off the truth of his confession. The silence stretched between them for what felt like an eternity, thick with unspoken words and lingering tension that seemed to grow by the second.

Eventually, she forced herself to speak. "We... We can't do this again," she said softly, her voice little more than a whisper. Even as she spoke the words, she knew they were wrong. Not because of what they meant for their partnership or their futures, but because deep down, she didn't want to give up on this... on him. But she had to. It was the only way forward now.

There was a long pause before he finally responded, his voice barely above a whisper as well. "I know." The single word sent a pang of loss coursing through her, making it impossible for her to pretend anymore that everything between them could ever go back to the way it used to be. But at least... at least they were acknowledging the inevitable now.

They lay there together under the covers, each lost in their own thoughts and emotions as the minutes ticked by. Finally, exhausted from the events of the day and unable to handle any more of this emotional turmoil, Fuyuki allowed herself to drift off to sleep. In her dreams, she was free from all the pain and confusion that surrounded

She didn't notice as he moved closer to her during the night, their bodies growing incrementally closer until they were pressed against each other once more. The feel of his warmth enveloping her sent a shiver down her spine, but she refused to react or acknowledge the presence of anyone else in the room. Instead, she let herself drift deeper into sleep, content to forget about everything for just a little while longer.

As he gently thrust into her, his movements light and careful not to wake her, she felt a strange mix of pleasure and shame course through her veins. Part of her wanted him... needed him in this way... but another part was horrified that she could possibly enjoy something like this with someone other than Hiro-kun. It made no sense; it defied all logic and reason. But there it was, driving her wild nonetheless.

With a groan, Drew buried his face in her neck, his fingers digging into her hips as he took her roughly, claiming her again and again until she felt the familiar sensation building within her once more. As her orgasm crashed over her, she cried out in surprise, twisting slightly to avoid waking up but not enough to stop him from taking what he wanted: Her release, a final gift before they both retreated back into their separate corners of the dorm room and tried to pretend that nothing had ever happened between them.

The aftermath of their lovemaking was almost as awkward as the initial encounter had been, with Drew slipping away from her side again as if he could somehow erase everything by going back to his own bed. But even though they were no longer physically connected, Fuyuki couldn't help but feel a lingering sense of loss and confusion. The bond between them had been irrevocably changed tonight... maybe even

The next morning, she woke up alone in bed once more, her body sore from the repeated lovemaking that had occurred over the past few nights. It was almost as if they couldn't stay away from each other, despite knowing that every time they came together like this, it brought them closer to the edge of a precipice from which there might be no return.

Her mind raced as she tried to figure out what to do about their situation. They couldn't keep meeting in secret like this forever; eventually someone was bound to catch them and then everything would be ruined. But at the same time, every time they made love it felt like there were fewer barriers left between them, fewer reasons not to just accept their feelings for each other and face whatever consequences might come as a result.

With a sigh, she climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom to freshen up, knowing that today would be another day filled with classes and training and the constant reminder that they were on opposite sides of an unforgiving competition. But no matter how hard she tried to focus on anything else, she couldn't help but feel the weight of what had happened between them last night... and the realization that it wasn't something that could be easily ignored or forgotten anytime soon.

She felt it too... like something had changed in the air yesterday, leaving a strange tension hanging over them all day. It was almost as if whatever had happened between her and Drew had somehow manifested itself outwardly, affecting everyone around them in some unspoken way. And despite their best efforts to maintain a professional demeanor during classes and training sessions, it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the sense that they were all connected by something more than just shared goals and aspirations.

As she walked to her next class, lost in thought about everything that had transpired over the past few days, Fuyuki couldn't help but wonder what would happen if their secret was ever discovered. Would it change anything? Or would it only serve to further complicate an already tangled web of emotions and desires that seemed to grow more entangled with every passing hour?

At this point, she didn't know the answer. All she knew was that their relationship had irrevocably changed... and there was no going back from it now. The only thing she could do was try to keep moving forward, one step at a time, and hope that somehow everything would work out in the end.