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?

As soon as she thought he was distracted enough, Aijou let out a playful grunt and surged upwards, throwing her entire weight onto his shoulder. She landed on the ground with a soft thud, barely feeling it thanks to her athletic training. The force sent Kiro stumbling forward a few steps before he fell to his knees, making a small 'oof' sound as he did so.

Aijou giggled. "Ha! Look at you, dweeb! All limp and pathetic!" She taunted, watching with glee as Kiro struggled to get back up. "Come on," she prodded, giving his arm a hard shove, "Don't just lay there like a slug."

The sensation of her touch, her hand brushing against his skin... It sent a shiver down Aijou's spine. She felt conflic

"Oh ho? Someone's got their little widdle feelings hurt, do they?" Aijou mocked, eyeing the bandages that covered Kiro's arm. Her gaze drifted downwards, taking in the rest of his body as well. "And it looks like someone needs a little bit more time to heal..." She paused, tilting her head slightly. "...Or is it something else?"

Her words held a sinister edge that sent shivers down Kiro's spine. He could feel Aijou's presence looming over him, almost tangible, as if she was some sort of predator and he was her prey. Her gaze bored into him, unblinking and unforgiving, as she waited for his response.

A part of him wanted to snap back at her, to fight back...but another part whispered that this might be exactly what Aijou wanted.

"Really now?" she drawled, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "That's too bad." Taking a step closer to him, she leaned down, their faces mere inches apart. Her breath was hot against his ear as she continued to speak in that whispering voice. "You know what would really make me feel better?"

Before Kiro could respond or react, Aijou grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him forward, forcing him to stumble toward her once more. This time, their chests were pressed together; she could feel every inch of him beneath her breasts. "I think..." She trailed off, her voice becoming even quieter now as she savored the contact between them. "...I think you should do whatever I tell you to do."

Her words sent a shiver down Kiro's spine, and he couldn't help but feel his heart race

"Kill you?" she snorted, amused by his dramatics. "No, dummy. Not quite," Aijou whispered into Kiro's ear as her hand tightened around his shirt collar. Her breath tickled against his skin, making his body tremble with anticipation and fear. "I want you to belong to me."

She held him there for a moment longer before letting go, stepping back so that they were no longer touching. Kiro remained frozen in place, his eyes wide with confusion and disbelief as she slowly circled around him. "That's right," Aijou continued her whispered torment, "I want you to be my little bitch. Obey me. Serve me."

Her words sent a rush of conflicting emotions through Kiro. Part of him wanted to push her away, reject the idea outright...but another part relished in

"Well?" she demanded, her tone suddenly sharp as she stopped moving and glared at him expectantly. "What's it going to be? You gonna let your little feelings get hurt even more...or are you finally going to admit that I own you now?" Her eyes narrowed, daring Kiro to defy her once again.

The silence stretched between them for several tense moments before Kiro finally whispered, "You...win." His voice was barely a breath as he forced the words past his lips. Aijou felt a surge of triumph rush through her at hearing him submit. It only made her want more.

"Very well," she purred, walking closer to him once again. "Since you've seen the light now...you can start by calling me 'mistress'." Her lips curled into a smug smile as Kiro closed his eyes, steeling himself for whatever was

"Mistress," he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice barely audible over the sound of their shared breathing. Her smile widened at his obedience; it was like music to her ears. "Now that we've got that out of the way..." Aijou paused, taking a step closer still so that she was just inches away from Kiro's face, their noses brushing against each other. "...You can begin by thanking me."

Her eyes bore into his, demanding complete submission with every ounce of her being. Inside, she felt like a caged animal finally set free, wild and untamed. Her heart raced in anticipation as she waited for Kiro to speak...to obey her command.

Her lips curled into an even more satisfied grin as she listened to him speak her words back to her. "Good boy," she purred, gently running a finger across his cheek before trailing it downwards, following the line of his jaw. His skin felt warm and smooth beneath her touch; it sent shivers of desire coursing through her body. "Now...what else can you do for me?"

Her gaze drifted over his form once more, taking in every inch of him anew. The tingling sensation spread throughout her, pooling low in her belly as she imagined all the different ways she could have him at her mercy. Her finger trailed lower still, tracing lazy circles around the hem of his shirt before reaching upwards to pull it over his head, exposing Kiro's bare upper body to her hungry eyes and greedy touch. "Why don't you show

Aijou sucked in a sharp breath as she saw his toned, muscular chest and abs beneath the bandages. "Hmph," she snorted, her gaze raking over every inch of skin exposed to her. "Not bad, Kiro-chan," she purred, surprising herself with the nickname that slipped out. She hadn't called him by his childhood nickname in years. "But what kind of pet would I be if I didn't help my new little bitch heal up properly?"

Without waiting for a response, Aijou reached out and began undoing the bandages around his arm. The movement was surprisingly gentle, almost tender, despite the dominance in her gaze. As each layer of cloth fell away, revealing pale flesh beneath, she couldn't help but marvel at how well healed he seemed to be. "There we go," she murm

When Aijou noticed the old scars on his back, her expression hardened slightly. It was as if a veil had been lifted; she could see past the charming facade he presented to the world and glimpse the real him beneath. Despite this, she couldn't help but feel a sense of possessiveness creep up within her chest. These scars were proof of his suffering, of the pain he'd endured at the hands of others...and now they belonged to her.

She traced one of the lighter scars with her finger, feeling its rough texture against her skin. "You really have been through a lot, haven't you?" she whispered, more to herself than to Kiro. Her voice held a note of sadness and admiration that surprised even her.

Aijou leaned in closer, pressing her warm lips against his neck as she continued to trail her finger along the scar.

Her chuckle was soft and gentle as it escaped her lips, barely more than a breath against his skin. "Why would I laugh at you, Kiro?" She sounded sincere, almost hurt by the thought. Her fingers continued to trace slow circles around the scar on his back, causing shivers to run down his spine. "You've been through so much...I can't even begin to imagine what it must have been like for you."

She pressed her body closer against him, feeling their hardnesses align as she savored this moment of closeness with him. "But now," she purred, her voice taking on a possessive tone that made his heart race wildly in his chest, "You're all mine. I'll take care of you from here."

Her heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice, barely holding back a whimper as he broke down in front of her. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close to steady his breath and muffle his cries. "Shhh..." Aijou whispered, kissing the top of his head gently. "It's alright. I won't let anyone hurt you again."

Her words, though perhaps not entirely truthful, carried with them an air of comfort that made Kiro feel safe and protected for the first time in what felt like forever. He clung to her, his body trembling as he tried to control his emotions, using every ounce of willpower he had left not to break down completely.

Aijou held him close, rocking back and forth gently as she stroked his hair and whispered soothing words in his ear. It felt strange; unfamiliar,