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?

"Hmph." She ignored his comment with a dismissive glare. Inwardly, however, her heart thudded and her cheeks flushed red at the words he'd uttered. He remembered. Her fingers almost itched to reach down there again, but she forced them into a ball instead, clenching them tightly beneath her desk.

Don't react, Aijou. Don't you dare. This is what he wants. This kind of reaction from you. Show him how strong you are now. Prove that the weak little girl he knew back then doesn't exist anymore. And keep it together. You can't give away your secret desires...

She focused on studying, pretending his words didn't affect her in the slightest as she listened intently to the lecturer, making sure to take detailed notes about everything he said. This is how you show Jakob who'

A faint blush crept onto her cheeks at his words, but she did not react outwardly. Inwardly, however, she was torn between her curiosity and her better judgment. The promise of a "gift" seemed intriguing, yet she knew that going to the male bathroom alone with Jakob would be dangerous. She bit her lip in thought before finally shaking her head minutely and continuing to focus on studying.

Her fingers were still tense beneath her desk, the temptation to give into him running through her mind like an addictive drug. His words from "That Day" echoed in her ears, mixing with her own twisted desires, making it harder for her to resist the urge. She steeled herself against the sensations, determined not to let Jakob see the effect he was having on her.

After what felt like an eternity, the lecture ended and the students began fil

"Hmph." She glares at Jakob as they exit the classroom together with the other students. "Don't think I didn't hear that," she says in a low voice, feigning annoyance. In reality, her heart races at the thought of what this 'gift' could be and where it might lead. She follows Jakob discreetly from a distance, keeping an eye out for anyone who might spot them together.

Aijou hesitates for a moment before pushing open the door to the male bathroom and stepping inside. Her gaze darts around, taking in her surroundings as she searches for Jakob. She spots him immediately, leaning against one of the sinks with his arms crossed over his broad chest. His confident smirk does nothing to ease her growing sense of unease.

Taking a deep breath, Aijou approaches him cautiously, trying to project an air of dominance despite her racing heart and conflicting desires. "Well, what is it?" she demands, folding her arms in front of her chest as well to mimic his stance. Her breath comes out a little sharper than usual, betraying her nerves.

Aijou stiffens in surprise as Jakob pulls her into a hug and nuzzles her neck, his lips brushing against her skin in a way that sends shivers down her spine. "I-I'm not..." she tries to protest, her words coming out raspy and breathless. Part of her wants to push him away, but another part of her finds this closeness addicting. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, clenching the fabric of his shirt as she struggles with the conflicting emotions running through her.

As Jakob's words sink in, shame and confusion wash over her. She can feel him press against the swollen folds of her labia, his touch sending electric currents through her body. Her heart races wildly, a mixture of desire and fear coursing through her veins. "J-Jacob..." she whispers hoarsely, unable to form a coherent thought. His dominance over her is intoxicating, filling the void that's been missing since high school.

Her hips rock against his hand, instinctively seeking more contact despite the warring emotions within her. "Please..." she breathes out, biting her lip to stifle a moan as he continues to torment her with his touch. Aijou's whole body feels like it's on fire, craving release but afraid of what that might mean for her identity and the life she's built for herself since high school

Her heart races as his hand cups her breast, squeezing the soft flesh through her bra. "I-I want it..." she whispers, tears stinging her eyes at the surrender of this admission. She's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable in all her life. Jakob chuckles darkly, amused by his conquest as he continues to play with her body like a well-tuned instrument.

Her hips rock harder against him, seeking release from the intense need coursing through her veins. "Please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and desperate. She doesn't care about anything else right now, only this moment where Jakob holds all the power. She arches her back, offering herself up to his touch as he toys with her body.

Her words slur together as she pleads with him, her body aching for the release he's teasing her with. "Please, Jakob... I want you inside me... Make me yours..." She whimpers, rocking against his hand as it continues to torment her sensitive flesh, fingers curling into fists in desperation for something more substantial to fill her up. Her breath comes out ragged and sharp as she feels the tension coiling tighter within her, threatening to snap at any moment.

With a cry of surrender, she arches her back even further, offering herself completely to Jakob's touch as he expertly plays with her body like a finely tuned instrument. His dominance over her is both terrifying and exhilarating, making it impossible for her to think clearly or focus on anything but the pleasure he brings her. "Jakob...please..." she gasps out between part

As he kisses her, she moans into his mouth, the taste of him sending another shiver through her body. With renewed determination, she thrusts her hips forward, seeking contact with the hard length pressing against her lower stomach. The feel of his warm skin on hers ignites a fire within her that's been dormant for too long, and with one final, desperate push, she manages to wrap her tight folds around his shaft.

Her eyes roll back in her head as he finally fills her up, their bodies pressed so closely together they might be one. With a gasping moan of pleasure and release, she collapses limply against him, bonelessly yielding to the incredible sensations coursing through her. For once, Jakob's touch feels right, dominating but not cruel; he's taken what she wanted all along without ever forcing her hand. And now that he

Aijou cries out as he thrusts his hard length deeper into her, sliding effortlessly inside her now wet and welcoming folds. The sensation is overwhelmingly intense, but in a good way; he's taking control of her body the way she always craved since that day in high school. She arches her back, meeting his thrusts with eager movements of her own, their hips slapping together in perfect rhythm as they lose themselves in this shared pleasure.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, her skin prickling with goosebumps from the exhilarating release coursing through every fiber of her being. She opens her mouth to speak, wanting to beg for more, but no words come out; she can only moan and pant and gasp as Jakob takes what he wants from her, claiming her as his own in a way that feels both forbidden and exhilar

Her eyes roll back in pleasure as he slaps her ass, the sting adding to the sensations coursing through her body. "God... you feel so good... Jakob..." Her words come out breathy and desperate, tears leaking down her cheeks from the sheer intensity of it all. She writhes beneath him, meeting his thrusts with eager movements of her own as their bodies collide in a frenzy of lust. With each passing moment, his dominance over her grows stronger, more intoxicating; it's like giving up control has freed something deep inside her that she never knew existed. She pants and moans, lost in the sensations washing over her as Jakob claims what he's always wanted: her body, her submission...and maybe even her heart.

"Ins... inside me..." she gasps out between moans, arching her back as she feels the familiar tension building within her once more. "Please..." Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving marks as she claws at him in a desperate bid for release; but this time it's different. This time she doesn't want to be free from him; she wants him deeper inside, marking her as his possession forever.