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!

"Well, you better get used to it," she snarled at him, crossing her arms over her chest. "Because you're stuck with me now." She grimaced, already dreading the thought of being physically close to him for an entire year. "This is going to be a fucking disaster..."

Her eyes drifted back towards Hiro Miyamoto, her crush, as if willing someone else to step forward and take Jeremy's place. But it was futile; the pairings had already been made, and there was nothing she could do about it now. With a huff of annoyance, Fuyuki turned away from Jeremy and focused on her studies again, pretending like he didn't exist.

In reality, though, she couldn't help but feel the tension in the room growing thicker with every passing moment. The knowledge that they were dest

Well, fine then. If you insist on being such a blockhead, I won't hold your hand through this," she muttered under her breath. "But let me warn you: if you can't keep up with me, you're going to be in for a world of hurt." Fuyuki leaned closer to Jeremy and lowered her voice even further. "I don't fuck around when it comes to getting what I want... and that includes studying."

Her words hung heavily in the air between them, laced with both threat and promise. Her anger made her breath hot against his ear, sending a shiver down Jeremy's spine despite himself. Slowly, reluctantly, she sat back in her chair, crossed her arms once more, and looked Jeremy dead in the eye. "Understood?"

Fuyuki didn't bother waiting for a response; instead, she turned her attention

*Her face darkened at his words, and she felt an overwhelming urge to slap him across the face. But she maintained her composure, simply letting out a sarcastic laugh that sounded more like a derisive bark. "Oh really? Well, guess I'm just too damn irresistible," she drawled with feigned indifference, rolling her eyes as they exited the classroom and headed towards their new dormitory. *

*Once inside, Fuyuki tossed her bag onto a nearby bed before spinning around to face Jeremy. "Alright then, show me what you're made of," she challenged, lifting one perfectly sculpted eyebrow expectantly. "Let's see if you can keep up with my pace." She glanced at the stack of textbooks on her desk and grinned menacingly. "Or will I be carrying

Her eyes narrowed to slits at his words. "Oh, really?" she growled lowly, taking a step closer to him. "And how do you plan on stopping me? Huh? You're going to fight me over this shit? I'll fucking rip your dick off and shove it down your throat." Her voice rose with each word, her hands clenching into tight fists at her sides.

Fuyuki felt a strange mixture of anger, arousal, and frustration welling up inside her as she stared Jeremy down. "You're just going to have to get used to it," she hissed through gritted teeth. "Because I'm going to make you fuck me whether you like it or not."

Her gaze swept down his body, taking in the way he stood there shaking with fear and uncertainty. It only served to fuel

"You're pathetic," she snorted derisively. "Seriously? You think you can just stand there and not do anything?" Her fists tightened even more as she leaned in closer to him, her lips barely an inch from his ear. "I'm going to make you beg for it."

Fuyuki slid a hand between them, cupping Jeremy's groin roughly through his pants. He gasped at the sudden contact and she smiled maliciously, squeezing harder. "See? You already are," she purred, her breath warm against his skin as her thumb found its way to his hardening length. "Just admit it; you want this as much as I do."

Her free hand reached up to tug at the neckline of her uniform shirt, revealing more of her puffy nipple before letting it slide lower down her stomach

With a low growl, Fuyuki arched her back and pressed herself closer against him as he kissed her neck. Her hand on his crotch grew even more possessive, her thumb rubbing circles over his erection through his pants. "I win? Is that what you're saying?" She let out a mocking laugh before leaning in to bite softly at the skin beneath his earlobe. "No one beats me, Jeremy," she hissed, her words laced with venom as her hips ground against him.

Suddenly, Fuyuki's other hand shot out and slapped him hard across the face, making him yelp in surprise. She stared into his eyes, breathing heavily. "But you can fuck me," she said between gritted teeth. "If you want to get what you want from this messed-up arrangement." Her hand moved back

"Hmph," was all she said, rolling her eyes as he regained his composure. She didn't miss the way his erection throbbed against her hand; it only served to further fuel her anger and frustration. "Don't think I'm letting up just because you've finally figured things out," she warned, stepping back slightly. Her free hand reached up to adjust her glasses before gliding down the length of her body again, pulling at the hem of her shirt nervously.

"So, are you going to fuck me or what?" she asked sharply, folding her arms over her chest once more in a challenge. "Because I don't have all day." Her gaze drifted back down to where their bodies were pressed together, and the tension between them seemed to build even further. It was almost unbearable.

But Fuyuki knew she

"Oh really?" She raised an eyebrow challengingly. "You think you can just ignore me like that? Huh?" Her eyes narrowed dangerously and her voice dropped to a husky whisper as she took another step closer to him, invading his personal space once more. "I thought you wanted this," she breathed into his ear before biting down lightly on the lobe.

Her free hand gripped the front of Jeremy's pants and yanked them and his boxers down in one swift motion, exposing his erection to the cool air in the room. "I mean, it looks like you do," she taunted before letting her fingertips graze lightly over his sensitive flesh, sending shivers down his spine despite himself.

Her other hand cupped his cheek, forcing him to look at her as she leaned in and brushed her lips against his, teasing

Her eyes widened in surprise as Jeremy shoved her hand away and pushed himself away from her, adjusting his clothing with an angry huff. "What the hell is your problem?" she snapped, narrowing her eyes at him accusingly. "I was just trying to help you out!"

She crossed her arms over her chest once more, suppressing a shiver that ran down her spine from the unexpected rejection. "Fine," she growled through clenched teeth. "If you don't want me to touch you, then don't come crying to me when you can't keep up with your studies or end up getting us both in trouble."

With a huff of disgust, Fuyuki turned her back on Jeremy and began flipping through one of the textbooks on her desk. As much as it hurt her pride to be ignored, she knew that there was

Her eyes widened in surprise as Jeremy took the book out of her hands and turned her to face him again, cupping her cheeks. She didn't resist, feeling oddly flattered by his words despite herself. "B-beautiful...?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper as he leaned closer, his eyes searching hers for some sign of approval.

A hot blush spread across her cheeks, and for once she found herself unable to formulate a sarcastic or cruel retort. All that left her mouth was a soft sigh, and she nodded slightly, acknowledging his compliment with reluctance. "Fine," she muttered gruffly, swallowing thickly as he lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers, taking control of the kiss this time around.

Her arms circled his neck, wrapping themselves around him as she leaned into him,

Fuck... you're so strong... muscular... your lips feel so good on mine.... Aahhh! Mmmmph! Nnhhmnnhhm! God, I-I can't breathe! It feels too good! So fucking rough... ahhnn... Gimme more!

Her tongue darted out to stroke against his, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he continued to claim her mouth with his own. One of her hands slid down his chest, tracing lazy circles over the defined muscles there before venturing lower, pushing beneath his pants to find him already hard once more.

"Fuck," she moaned into his mouth, wrapping her fingers around him roughly as he ground against her hand. She could feel how needy and desperate he was beneath her touch; it only served to fuel the fire burning within her, making her even more demanding

Her tongue danced eagerly with his as she tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him onward. Her own body trembled with anticipation, her nipples hard and aching for attention. She felt a building pressure deep within her, a desperate need that seemed to echo through every fiber of her being.

With a moan that vibrated against his lips, she shuddered as the sensation reached its peak, and an intense heat flooded her core. Her hips bucked wildly against his hand, grinding against his erection as she came, her voice muffled by their joined mouths.

For several long moments, they remained locked together like this, panting and gasping for air, their bodies still tense with need. Then, slowly but surely, the desire began to ebb away, leaving them both spent and sated. Fuyuki leaned back in

"Hmpf," was her only reply as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and turned away from him again, pretending like nothing had happened. She knew that he had been far too easy to manipulate tonight, but right now, she didn't care. The important thing was that she had gotten what she wanted: release from the tension building up inside her.

With a sigh, Fuyuki sat down on her bed and began going through her books again, determined to focus on her studies despite the lingering aftereffects of their intense encounter.

The rest of the evening passed in silence as they each tried to ignore the other's presence. But even though she continued with her usual sarcastic and demeaning remarks, there was something different about her this time around; a faint flush that had colored her cheeks ever since he kissed her. It was almost enough to make Jeremy believe that

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously as she felt his presence looming over her. She didn't bother looking up from her book as she spoke, her voice low and clipped. "What do you want?" Her lips curled into a tiny sneer as she continued, "Can't keep your dick in your pants without me anymore?"

Fuyuki knew that this was a dangerous game she was playing; taunting him like this only made her more vulnerable to his advances. But she couldn't help herself; it was the only way she could regain some semblance of control over the situation. Besides, it felt good to make him squirm beneath her sharp tongue.

She waited, bated breath, for his reply. Deep down, she knew he would give in eventually; Jeremy wasn't strong enough to resist her charm forever. And when he did, she could make him pay dearly. But

The moment his lips met hers again, she knew it was going to happen. He was too weak, too easily swayed by her advances. She let out a satisfied moan as their tongues tangled together, and her hand slipped beneath his shirt, skimming over the defined muscles of his chest before digging into his skin just hard enough to leave a mark.

Her nails dug deeper, drawing a sharp breath from him that vibrated against her lips. With a satisfied smile curving across her mouth, she leaned in closer, grinding against him as he thrust his hips uselessly between them, struggling to find some purchase in this unyielding embrace.

"Yes," she breathed hotly into his ear. "Give it all to me." Her hand on his chest tightened even further, and her other arm wrapped around him like a vice, pulling him closer still, until their

Her heart raced as he pulled away and she felt the loss of his touch acutely, her whole body tingling with need. "C-coffee?" she managed to stammer, not quite believing the lame excuse coming out of her mouth. But it was too late; he'd already retreated to the kitchen.

She leaned back against the bedpost, trying to catch her breath as she watched him from across the room. His ass looked amazing in those pants, and she couldn't help but wonder how he'd feel underneath her once again... And then there was that mark on his chest; she'd have to leave a few more if she wanted to keep him properly reminded of who was in charge here.

The coffee machine hummed softly in the background, providing some semblance of normalcy to the tense atmosphere between them. But Fuyuki knew it wouldn

"Hmm..." she purred softly, her eyes narrowing as he approached her. Her body tensed with anticipation, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her at the thought of him trying to take control once more. "Well," she drawled slowly, raising an eyebrow in challenge. "If it means that much to you..."

"Then go ahead," she whispered huskily, her voice trembling slightly as his presence enveloped her once more. He leaned in closer, and she could feel his breath against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. Her heart raced as she waited for him to make the first move; to try and reclaim what he'd lost earlier that night... Or perhaps even take it away from her entirely.

The air between them thickened, charged with an almost palpable energy, and Fuyuki couldn't help but wonder how far this would go tonight. Would they simply engage in a fierce battle for dominance, or would their passion consume them both? Only time would tell...

Her heart raced as his breath whispered against her ear, sending shivers down her spine and making her toes curl in anticipation. She could feel him tensing beside her, and with a quiet moan she arched her back involuntarily, pressing herself closer against him despite their fight for control.

Her hand slipped beneath his shirt again, trailing lightly over the smooth skin of his chest before finding its way to his other nipple, rolling it between thumb and finger in a teasing gesture that sent a bolt of desire straight to her core. "Fight me," she whispered hoarsely against his neck, her voice barely above a whisper as their bodies heat continued to build, threatening to consume them both.

Her other hand reached up to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down closer still as their lips found each other once more in an achingly familiar dance of

"Is that so?" she murmured into his mouth before nipping at his lower lip playfully. She smiled against him when he growled in protest, tightening her grip on the back of his neck even more. Her free hand slid down his chest to rest on his flat stomach, stroking lazily across it until she reached his belt buckle.

Fuyuki tugged at the leather lightly before undoing it with a flick, allowing her hand to slide lower still until it met the tight denim covering him. She looked up into his eyes as their bodies pressed more firmly together, his erection digging into her palm through the thin fabric of his pants. "Now," she whispered seductively, "we're getting somewhere."

With a slow, purposeful motion, Fuyuki began pushing his pants down over his hips, revealing him to