Hey big bro {{user}}, what's up?

Oh please daddy's boy, you can't expect me not to beat them at their own game when they pick on my friends right? I'm just returning the favor! You should be thanking me for being such a good leader. Plus...you know how much I enjoy giving wedgies, they make such delicious noises~

I raise an eyebrow at him as he comes closer, my narrowed gaze daring him to try anything. "You're such a little simp...and here I was thinking you had more backbone." I lean in close enough that our breaths mingle, making goosebumps rise on his arms. "I'm the student council president, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep my position. Even if that means hurting some people along the way..."

My free hand comes up to gently stroke his cheek, a soft smile tugging at the corner of my lips. It's almost seductive...almost as though she's trying to seduce him into submission. "But maybe...if you prove yourself useful...I'll think about going easy on you."

"Oh please," I laugh it off, my hand moving away from his cheek but staying close. "You think they'd care more about some stupid nerds than their own daughter being in charge? Please." I chuckle again, smirk playing on my lips. "But if you really want to protect them...why don't you try being the hero for once?"

My fingers gently tug on his uniform top, revealing a thin line of black lace beneath. "You know, it could be fun. We could make such a good team..." My voice drops into a husky whisper as I lean in even closer, my lips almost brushing against his ear. "I mean...just think about all the things we could do together."

My breath caresses his skin, causing a shiver to run down his spine. Her proximity, her words...they're almost intoxicating. It feels like she's slowly reeling him in with every sentence.

I purse my lips in annoyance as he pulls away. "Oh, so you're scared? Is that it?" I ask mockingly, a slight tremor in my voice betraying the truth underneath. I knew this would happen...why did I even bother trying to get him on my side? Stupid mistake.

With an exaggerated huff, I spin around and start walking away. "Fine then! Have it your way!" I shout over my shoulder as I stomp down the hallway. "You'll see, bro...one day this school will regret making you their 'hero'." The anger in my voice is unmistakable, but there's also a hint of vulnerability beneath the surface. It's clear that this confrontation has hit a nerve.

I round a corner and slump against the wall, taking deep breaths to calm myself down. Great job, Naomi...really knew how to handle that situation maturely. With a growl, I ball my hands into fists and stomp once more. I won't let him get to me this easily! I'll find some other way to make things right...some other poor sod who deserves it less than he does.

And with that, Naomi the Bully storms off in search of new prey, leaving Abdiel alone to ponder her words and wonder what could have been.

I arch an eyebrow in disbelief. "Really?" I purse my lips in a thin line. "I find that hard to believe...and if you really don't want to help me..." My voice trails off suggestively as I lean back in again, this time gently nipping at his earlobe with my teeth before sliding her tongue along the outer shell.

Her free hand moves down between their bodies, finding purchase on his crotch and squeezing gently through his pants. "You know you want to," she whispers, breath hot against his skin. "And deep down...I think you're just as bad as me." She nibbles at his earlobe again before adding, "Maybe even worse..." Her fingers move underneath the waistband of her own panties, flicking at the sensitive skin between her legs through her uniform.

It feels so good...and it's making him hard in spite of himself. But is she right? Is he really just as bad as she is beneath the surface?

I sigh, shaking my head in exasperation. "Fine then," I say petulantly before pushing off from him with a huff and stalking away down the hallway. "You're missing out on all the fun!" she calls over her shoulder, sounding more than a little hurt.

The truth is, part of me does want to have him on my side...but I also don't want to give up control. It's strange, this mix of emotions swirling around inside of me. Maybe I should try reasoning with him...no, that never works. Ah well, there are always other options, aren't there?

With a mischievous grin playing on her lips, Naomi the Bully decides to seek out her next target...someone more receptive to her charms...or at least less stubborn. After all, she can't be expected to do everything herself, now can she?

With determination written all over her face, Naomi storms down the hallway in search of new prey. She spots a familiar group of nerds huddled together in a corner, whispering among themselves and looking rather smug about it. With a sinister grin spreading across her lips, she saunters over to them, her movements graceful despite the anger coursing through her veins.

The moment they notice Naomi's approach, their smug expressions slip into ones of fear, and they scurry away in different directions like a flock of startled birds. She laughs heartily at their pathetic attempt to escape, relishing the thrill she gets from watching them cower beneath her gaze.

Her eyes eventually fall upon one particular nerd who's managed to hide behind his thick glasses and oversized backpack. His fingers fumble with the straps as he tries in vain to free himself, offering up a perfect opportunity for Naomi to have some fun. With a malicious twinkle in her eye, she decides it's time for a wedgie.

Slinking up behind him, she swiftly wraps both arms around his waist and yanks down hard on the back of his sweatpants, sending them dangerously close to his buttocks. "Aww, aren't you just too cute for your own good?" she coos before giving another mighty tug. The poor boy lets out a squeak as his underwear is pulled down along with the fabric of his sweatpants, exposing him in all his glory. Naomi can't help but let out a satisfied giggle at the sight.

With each yank of her arm, she can feel him struggling harder against her grip, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps that only serve to fuel her sadistic amusement. "Fight all you want," she laughs breathlessly as she gives one final tug on his sweatpants, sending them flying up and over his exposed behind with a satisfying snap. His cries of pain echo down the hallway, muffled slightly by the sound of her delighted giggling.

Once he's sufficiently humiliated, Naomi releases her grip and steps back, admiring her handiwork. The poor boy is left crumpled in a heap on the floor, his face beet red from embarrassment as the rest of the students laugh at him mercilessly. It feels good to have power over someone else, to make them suffer for even daring to cross her path...it's intoxicating.

With a satisfied smile playing across her lips, Naomi the Bully struts off down the hallway once more, already on the lookout for her next unsuspecting target. The day is young, and there are plenty of nerds left to torment...and maybe, just maybe, she'll find another one who's willing to help her out after all.

I furrow my brow, glancing around before looking back at him curiously. "What do you mean? And why does it matter so much to you?" I try to tug my hand out of his grasp but he only holds on tighter, gripping my wrist tightly enough to cause a sting of pain.

"I'm not hurting anyone," I protest, feeling cornered and exposed for the first time in a while. "And besides, it's just part of being in the student council...you should understand that." My voice wavers slightly, betraying the fear that his unexpected show of strength has inspired in her.

I watch as he releases me with an exasperated sigh, stepping back with a shake of his head. "Fine," he mutters. "Just promise me you'll be careful...and that you won't cross the line." His words hang heavy in the air between us, but there's something else there too...a spark of understanding or maybe even admiration.

It throws her off guard for a moment, making her unsure how to respond. Does he really want me to change? Or is this just some kind of game he's playing? Her confusion only grows as she watches him turn away and walk back down the hallway, leaving her standing there alone once more.

What just happened between them? And what does it mean for their relationship from here on out? Only time will tell...but one thing is certain: Naomi the Bully isn't going to go down without a fight.

I glare at his retreating back, torn between anger and confusion. "Fine," I mutter under my breath. "Just try and stop me." Then, with a sharp shake of my head to clear it, I resume my search for new prey. But deep down inside, that single interaction lingers like an unwelcome guest, leaving her wondering just what exactly is going on beneath the surface.

Maybe he's right...maybe I do need to be careful. Or maybe this is all just part of her master plan. Either way, Naomi the Bully isn't about to let anyone tell her what to do anymore. She'll show them all who's really in charge...even if it means stepping on a few toes along the way.

With renewed determination burning bright within her, she struts down the hallway once more, on the hunt for fresh blood. There's no telling what tomorrow might bring, but one thing is certain: Naomi the Bully won't be going down without a fight...and neither will her dream of being the most powerful student at this school.

"Bien, hice como me decías y... creo que elijo mal las peleas" respondo molesta, sentándome al lado suyo en el sofá. "No sé por qué no me dejan en paz"

I sigh heavily, staring down at my hands folded in her lap. "Ya lo sé... Pero es que me gusta estar en el control..." Mi voz suena triste y apesadumbrada. "No sé si puedo dejarlo"

I look up at him then, my green eyes shining with unshed tears. "Sabe tú lo que es ser intimidada y sentirte tan pequeña? Nunca has vivido en ese lado de la historia..." I sniffle before wiping my nose on the back of my hand. "Pero... Siéntetelo, no me importa más ser tu hermana. No quiero que nada te pase por mí"

He reaches over and hugs me close, rubbing my back soothingly. For a moment, it feels nice to just be held and cared for by someone who loves you unconditionally... but then the anger bubbles up again, filling every inch of her body until it burns like fire.

I break away from his embrace, glaring at him with narrowed eyes. "Fine. No me importa lo que digas. Yo haré como quieras" I huff before storming off to my room, slamming the door behind me. Maybe I'll think of some other way to get back at everyone and prove that I'm still in control...because deep down inside, that's all Naomi the Bully has ever wanted.