As you're going into the toilets, you see a guy brush past you whilst he exits the toilets, he seems happy for some reason, you don't realise why until you enter the toilet. You go inside and begin to clean your hands, when suddenly you hear a small grunt come from one of the stalls, you peek to see Sumi spitting in the toilet. She sighs and then she speaks to herself. "Ugh... that limpdick... I told him to not cum in my mouth, what a pig..." You quickly tyrn back and continue to wash your hands, acting like you didnt't notice her in the stall. It doesn't take long for her to come out, she saw you and then locked her lips, she thinks to herself. "Hmm, apparently that guys got a big dick..." She walks over to you, patting your back and making you turn around. She smirks as she leans in and whispers. "Hey, I need to tell you... I just had a bad taste in my mouth... fancy sticking something in my mouth to make it better?"

She giggles softly at your reaction. "Don't tell me you've never done anything dirty like this before? I thought college students were all supposed to be horny little animals." Her voice has a teasing, seductive tone that makes it hard not to stare into her eyes. "Come on," she says, taking a step closer and running her fingers through your hair, "it'll feel good for both of us."

Her eyes narrow in anger as you slap her across the face and call her disgusting. For a moment, she contemplates retaliating with violence of her own, but then something changes in her expression. "Fine," she says coolly, giving a small shrug before spinning on her heel and walking away. As she leaves, however, she can't help but grin to herself in amusement. Clearly that one was too tame for her taste.

She hums to herself as she sits at her usual spot in the school cafeteria, nibbling on a slice of pizza and watching the other students go about their day. Her eyes immediately light up when they fall upon you sitting at another table, looking particularly bored. A wicked grin spreads across her lips as she thinks about the idea of engaging in some fun, naughty activities with you today. Sumi decides to take matters into her own hands and make the first move.

She leans forward on her elbows, showing off cleavage even through the layers of clothing, before casually asking, "Hey, you free later?"

She watches you as you walk away, her eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Well, aren't you a rude little prick today," she mutters under her breath. Deciding not to let your earlier actions ruin her mood, Sumi goes back to finishing off her pizza and drinking her soda, trying to spot someone else who might be more interesting or receptive to her advances.

She yelps in surprise and pain as your hand connects with her cheek once again, quickly rubbing the sting away. Her eyes narrow, a mixture of anger and amusement dancing within them. "You're such a little bitch," she snorts derisively before pushing herself to her feet and moving closer to you. "Fine then, maybe I should just find someone who knows how to treat me right." With that, she leans in and presses her lips against yours roughly, tongue forcing its way past your teeth and wrestling with your own. Her breasts are crushed against his chest as she grinds her hips against him, making it clear exactly what she wants and how badly.

Her kiss grows more urgent, more demanding, as if trying to communicate the depths of her desire in a language that he can't possibly ignore or misunderstand.

She gasps, momentarily surprised by the strength behind your kiss and your refusal to let her dominate the situation as easily as she's used to. A low moan escapes her throat as you push her against the lockers, her back arching into the contact even as she struggles for balance. Her legs wrap around your waist instinctively, grinding against your crotch in time with each breath they take together.

Her tongue tangles wildly with yours, and for a brief moment, she forgets everything but the intensity of this newfound connection between them. "God, you're so tight," she groans into his mouth, her hands fumbling to undo the buttons on his shirt as they cling desperately to one another in this passionate embrace.

The more he resists, the more Sumi is driven by the thrill of the chase; it's been a while since anyone has put up a fight with her like this, and she finds herself more turned on than she ever thought possible.

She gasps as the force of his blow makes her lose consciousness for just a moment. Her body feels weightless and tingly all over as she comes to, blinking rapidly as she tries to focus on your face once more. You've done it now; you've gone and made her want you even more than before. With a sultry smile spreading across her lips, she reaches up to cup your cheek, running her thumb over the outline of your jaw.

"That was...," she pants heavily, still feeling slightly dazed from their rough makeout session, "...really fucking hot." Leaning in closer, Sumi trails a line of kisses along your jaw before capturing your lips once more, this time with less urgency but no less desire. Her hands snake down to rest on your shoulders as she presses her body fully against yours, their flushed skin meeting at every point possible. "You're not so tough after all, hmm?" She teases playfully, wrapping one of her legs around your waist again and grinding up against you.

"Hmmmph..." Sumi growls as she hits the ground hard, eyes squeezing shut and her mind spinning from the pain of that punch. For a moment, she lies there on the cold tile floor, trying to catch her breath as adrenaline surges through her veins. But even though he got the better of her this time, she can't help but feel an odd sense of excitement welling up inside her chest... The rush of it all makes her heart race faster and her skin tingle with anticipation for what comes next.

She lets out a long, low groan as she forces herself back onto her hands and knees, feeling dizzy but determined to focus on the taste of victory—or maybe defeat, depending on how you look at it. Looking up, she meets your gaze from across the room, her eyes flashing with challenge despite the hint of wounded pride in their depths. "We'll see about that," she whispers through gritted teeth, before giving a slow nod as she pushes herself back onto steady feet once more."

As you turn your back and walk away, Sumi's expression darkens. She huffs indignantly before stalking after you, her long strides quickly eating up the distance between you. "Hey," she says, grabbing your arm roughly and spinning you around to face her, "you can't just leave it like that." Her blue-painted nails dig into your skin painfully as she leans in close enough that their breath mingles together in the air.

Her eyes narrow dangerously and something flickers behind them for a moment before it's gone again, replaced by her usual teasing smirk. "Besides," she whispers sultry, leaning even closer now so that her soft lips brush against your ear, "I'm not done with you yet."

A shrill cry escapes her lips as the world explodes in pain, and suddenly it hits her; you're not playing around anymore. Her eyes widen in shock before narrowing into slits of fury. "You bastard!" she snarls, thrusting herself away from you with enough force that you stumble backwards a step. Blood trickles down the side of her face where your rough handling has opened up a gash, and anger ripples across her features like a flame spreading over kindling. "You... I'll make you regret this!"

Triumphant energy surges through her veins as she straightens up to her full height, glaring at you with all the hatred in the world burning brightly behind those purple eyes. Even though part of her is hurt and confused by your sudden turn toward violence, another part of her can't help but feel exhilarated by the challenge that now lies before them.

"Fine!" she screams after you, her voice full of frustration and fury. For a moment, she stands there, breathing heavily as she tries to compose herself. Then, with a furious snort, she spins on her heel and storms off in the opposite direction, determined to find someone who knows how to handle a real woman like her. Her body trembles with rage and adrenaline, making it clear that this fight is far from over. As she disappears around a corner, you can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine at the thought of what might happen next...

It's true; she's never been so humiliated before. The sting of defeat still fresh on her lips and the taste of blood in her mouth, Sumi can feel a hot flush creep up her neck as she broods over what just happened. She knew he was strong, but she didn't expect him to be this strong... This capable of making her lose control like that. It irks her, it infuriates her, and most importantly, it leaves her aching for more.

Suddenly, she spots him across the room; he's standing near a group of his friends, looking smug as if he knows something she doesn't. With a growl low in her throat, Sumi decides it's time to teach him a lesson. She saunters over to him, her hips swaying sensually as she makes sure he knows she hasn't given up yet. "You must be pretty pleased with yourself," she purrs, running a manicured finger along his cheekbone and gazing into his eyes with a mix of anger and lust. "But just wait; I'll get you back for this."

The blow catches her off guard and stars flutter across her vision before she crumples to the ground in a heap once more. A groan escapes her lips as pain ripples through her body, but even though she's hurt and humiliated, something inside her won't let her give up so easily. With each breath she takes, determination wells up within her, fueling the fire of vengeance burning brightly in her eyes.

She lies there for a moment longer, gathering her strength, before forcing herself back onto all fours and glaring up at him from beneath wet lashes. Her bottom lip trembles slightly as she bares her teeth in a snarl; he may have won this round, but she'll be damned if he thinks she's finished yet. "You've made a big mistake," she rasps hoarsely, "mark my words..."

And with that, she disappears into the crowd once more, vanishing like a shadow at dawn, leaving him to wonder when and where she'll strike next.

Her vision blurs and her body goes limp as pain washes over her once again. As she slips into unconsciousness, the last thing she hears is his angry words ringing in her ears. A part of her wants to laugh; a bigger part of her wants to prove him wrong. But for now, all she can do is lie there and try to lick her wounds... both physical and emotional.

As consciousness fades from her gaze and darkness closes in around her once more, thoughts of revenge dance through her mind like shadowy figures in a macabre ballroom. And though he may have beaten her today, she'll make damn sure that the next time they meet, it won't end so easily... For now though, there is nothing left for her to do but bide her time and wait for the perfect opportunity to strike back.

After spending a week in the infirmary recuperating from her injuries, Sumi is finally back at school, eager to exact her revenge on the person responsible for putting her through so much pain. She's spent every waking moment since then plotting and planning, honing her skills both inside and outside the classroom. Now it's time to make him pay; there's no way she can let this go unanswered any longer.

With a fierce determination burning in her eyes, Sumi scans the crowded hallway once more, searching for his familiar face among the sea of students milling about. As she spots him from across the room, a wicked grin spreads across her lips and an evil light gleams in her purple-painted eyes. She straightens up to her full height, ready to strike. This time, it'll be different; this time, he won't know what hit him.

Silently, Sumi begins to stalk toward him like a predatory cat on the hunt, her movements fluid and graceful despite the anger coursing through her veins. Every step brings them closer together, every breath they share makes the air around them crackle with anticipation. With each passing moment, she feels more powerful; more in control. This time, there will be no holding back; no mercy shown. It's time for revenge.

Her eyes narrow as he addresses her with the derogatory 'prey.' Anger boils over within her, burning away any last vestiges of fear or doubt. In one swift motion, she lashes out with her foot, aiming directly for his kneecap and using all of her strength behind the kick. A sickening crunch fills the air as contact is made and he crumples to the ground with a pained cry.

"That's what I wanted," she spits venomously, striding purposefully towards him now that he's down. "Now it's time for you to pay."

Her eyes narrow into slits as he stands up, seemingly unfazed by her attack. Anger boils over inside her once more, but this time it's tempered with surprise and confusion. "What do you mean?" she asks, her voice dripping with venom. "I thought I hurt you!"

He only smirks in response before turning his back on her and walking away. Sumi glares after him, feeling a mixture of frustration and annoyance rising within her chest like bile. This wasn't part of the plan; she hadn't expected him to be so... invulnerable. With a growl that's equal parts anger and confusion, she storms off in the opposite direction, her mind racing as she tries to come up with a new strategy.

The only thing she knows for certain now is that he won't get away that easily. No matter what it takes, she'll make him pay... even if she has to change tactics along the way.

Her heart pounds with adrenaline as she spots him in the shadows of the forest. This is her chance; an opportunity to exact revenge on the one who has made her life a living hell these past few weeks. She creeps closer, careful not to make any sound that might give away her presence.

Her fingers curl into tight fists at her sides as she imagines all the different ways she could hurt him right now. Anger and hatred course through her veins, making it impossible for her to think straight or rationally. All she can focus on is the need for retribution. As she draws nearer still, her breath comes in ragged gasps that cloud the air around them like smoke.

When at last they stand face-to-face, their eyes meet and lock in a battle of wills. Her pupils dilate further with every heartbeat, until all she can see is red; all she can feel is hatred coursing through her veins like lava. She takes a step forward, raising her fists to strike him down... but something holds her back. Fear? Loyalty? Something else entirely? Whatever it is, it's strong enough to make her pause for just a moment longer before making her final move.

Her vision swims as pain washes over her once again and she realizes too late that he's faster than she ever imagined. As anger flares anew within her, she struggles to push past the shock and hurt that engulf her. She can still taste his spit on her cheek, a bitter reminder of just how low he's willing to sink.

With every ounce of strength left in her battered body, she lunges forward, aiming for his throat with sharp teeth and nails. This time, though, it doesn't have the desired effect; he easily dodges out of reach and grins mockingly down at her.

Sumi lies there on the cold ground, winded and helpless as she watches him tower over her once more. Blood trickles from her mouth where her teeth clipped nothing but air earlier. She can't believe how easily he's been able to control this situation; how powerless she feels in comparison.

Agony erupts as the tree's rough bark tears into her flesh and she's left gasping for breath amid a torrent of pain. Her vision swims with the combined effects of agony and terror, making it difficult to focus on anything but the searing sensation coursing through her face. A keening wail tears from her lips as he continues to hold her there, pressing his weight against her fragile form.

In the hazy recesses of her mind, she can't help but wonder what sort of monster this boy has become... and why she's put up with it for so long without fighting back harder. It's too late to dwell on those thoughts now; all that matters is surviving this moment and finding a way to get revenge... someday soon.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to make sense of what's happening; what he just said. It's almost like a twisted version of her own thoughts, spoken aloud by someone else... The realization chills her blood. As he walks away, leaving her lying helplessly in the dirt, she can only stare after him with wide, horrified eyes. This time, there was no triumphant smirk or mocking laughter; just an eerie silence that seemed to stretch on forever.

The image of him as a wild animal in his natural element is burned into her brain, a chilling reminder of the monster he truly is... and she's just seen it for the first time. A shudder runs down her spine, but alongside it comes determination; fierce and unyielding as fire on a winter night.

As she forces herself to sit up, blood trickling from her mouth and nose, she vows that this is not over...far from it. Whatever it takes, she'll make him pay for what he's done tonight; for everything. And when the time comes, she won't be nearly so gentle as before.

Gingerly, Sumi touches her aching face and winces at the pain that shoots through her. The bark marks on her skin sting like fire as she scrubs them with cool water, trying to wash away not only the dirt but also the remnants of the fear that clings to her like a shadow. Her breath comes in ragged gasps; her body feels weak and broken.

But she refuses to give up. Tonight's events have only served to steel her resolve further, driving home the truth of his words: she is nothing but prey to him here. And if that's how he wants it, then she will become the predator instead... No matter what it takes.

Her eyes flash with determination as she glares into the mirror, inspecting her injuries once more. Each bruise and scrape is a battle scar, a testament to her courage and strength in the face of adversity. She may have lost this round, but she's far from defeated; there are other ways to fight back. As she carefully reapplies a makeshift bandage over her split lip, Sumi resolves that from now on, she'll be ready for whatever he throws at her... And when the time comes, she won't hesitate to strike back with equal force and fury.

It's time to play his game. She'll become invisible, slipping through the cracks and striking when he least expects it. With every passing moment, she honed her skills, becoming more deadly than ever before. Her gaze drifts around the room as if she were a ghost, invisible yet present; waiting for the perfect opportunity to make him pay.

Her eyes finally settle on him, sitting at his desk with an arrogant smirk plastered across his face. Rage wells up within her like lava from a long-dormant volcano, threatening to consume her very being. But she must remain calm; she must keep her cool if she's going to win this time.

Slowly, silently, Sumi edges closer to him, her heart racing in her chest like a caged animal desperate for freedom. Every muscle tenses as she prepares to spring, readying herself to strike the killing blow that will finally end this game once and for all...

Her breath comes out in a ragged gasp as pain sears through her body from the blow he delivered. Her free hand flies to her sore jaw, unable to believe that she didn't see it coming. As he yanks on her hair, pulling her head back viciously, anger surges through her like lava flowing over coal.

"Go ahead," she spits venomously at him, tears of pain and frustration stinging her eyes. "Humiliate me all you want. It won't change anything." Her voice is steady despite the pain; defiant despite the fear that thrums through her veins like an echo of past defeats.

He laughs, a cruel and mocking sound that chills her blood. "Oh, I think it will," he says, tightening his grip on her hair as he pulls her even closer to him. His breath tickles the lobe of her ear, sending shivers down her spine despite herself. "Trust me, Sumi... This time, you'll remember."

As he assaults her, each blow sending fresh agony through her body, she clenches her teeth and fists until her knuckles turn white with the effort not to scream out in pain. Beneath his hands, her cheeks sting from where they were slapped; tears trickle unheeded down her face as salty tracks weave their way through the blood.

She doesn't know what he hopes to accomplish by doing this; why he insists on making her suffer like this when she only ever wanted to make things better for them all. But deep inside, some tiny spark of hope refuses to die, telling her that there must be more to it than simple vengeance... That somewhere beneath his brutal exterior, he still cares for her somehow.

"I'm sorry," she whispers through chattering teeth between breaths, tears streaming down her face. "I never meant to hurt you..."

Gasping for breath as she lands hard on the ground, pain rippling through her body once more, anger and frustration consume her. "I never meant..." Her voice trails off as he walks away, leaving her there to suffer in silence. The reality of what just happened hits her like a ton of bricks: he truly does hate her... He really is beyond helping. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she curls into a ball, trying to protect herself from the pain both physical and emotional. There is no more fight left in her; no hope of ever making things right again. All she can do now is wait for this nightmare to end...and wonder how much worse it could possibly get before then.

Her anger fuels her as she pushes against his chest, trying to force him back. Tears of frustration mix with blood trickling from her nose; determination burns like fire in her heart. It's not right what he's doing! He can't just...can't just keep hurting her like this! With one final shove, she manages to knock him onto his back, their faces mere inches apart.

"Look at me!" She snarls through clenched teeth. "I am not your plaything! I won't be treated like this any longer!" Tears streak down her cheeks unheeded as she stares defiantly up at him, ready for whatever comes next.

Her world explodes in a burst of blinding pain as his fist connects with her head. For what feels like an eternity, there is nothing but white-hot agony and the roar of blood rushing through her ears. Her vision swims, her breath comes in ragged gasps; every muscle in her body trembles with the effort to stay conscious.

As she finally manages to drag her gaze back up to meet his, she's met with an unreadable expression. There is no triumph or satisfaction there...only a deep, quiet sadness that cuts through her like a knife. It's almost enough to make her wish she could go back and undo everything she's done, just to spare him from having to feel this way. But it's far too late for that now...she can only brace herself for whatever he decides to do next.

Her strength finally ebbs away as he continues to pummel her, leaving her completely defenseless and at his mercy. Tears flow freely now, trailing unheeded down her bloody face; she can barely even feel the impact of each blow anymore. All that matters is that he stops...that he lets her rest.

But he doesn't. Instead, he simply stands over her, watching with a mixture of disgust and pity as she lies there broken and defeated. A single tear tracks down his cheek, the only sign of any emotion besides rage and hatred that he's shown today. It's like some sort of twisted mirror image of how she feels about him; how badly she wishes she could make things better between them but knowing deep down that it's already far too late.

As her vision begins to fade, she can't help but wonder if maybe he's right...if there ever really was any hope for them after all. Or if they were doomed from the start, bound together by some invisible thread of fate that led inexorably towards this moment of destruction and despair.

With her last ounce of strength, she manages to raise her hand weakly toward his face, only able to muster enough energy for a faint, apologetic smile. It's the only peace offering she can make...and it may very well be the last thing he ever sees from her before it all slips away into nothingness.

As the teacher arrives and tries to intervene, he's already gone...vanished like a shadow in the sunlight. A quiet sigh escapes Sumi's lips as she finally surrenders to the darkness that's claimed her; defeat settling over her like a blanket of snow on a winter's night. There will be no more fights, no more struggles...only silence and despair. And yet, somehow, in this moment of utter ruin and hopelessness, she can't help but feel a strange sense of peace wash over her. Perhaps, after all that they've been through together, there is some small chance that things will get better...somehow. But for now, she allows herself to drift away on the gentle current of oblivion, finally freed from the endless cycle of pain and suffering that has defined their existence together.

As consciousness slips farther and farther away, her last thought is a quiet plea for forgiveness...for him, and for herself. Perhaps, someday, they'll both find it.

Her body feels heavy and numb as she's carefully lifted onto a stretcher. The warmth of the teacher's concerned hands on her bruised skin is almost enough to make her smile, but exhaustion pulls her under before she can muster the energy to respond. As they wheel her away down the hall toward the nurse's office, she can only hope that this will be the last time...the final battle between them.

No matter what happens from here on out, she knows one thing for certain: their lives will never be the same again. But perhaps, with enough time and healing, they might find a way to make things right...to forge a new future free of pain and anger. It's a distant hope, one that grows fainter with every step they take away from that fateful day in the forest, but it sustains her as she drifts off into an unconsciousness that promises nothing less than oblivion.

Perhaps there will be peace for them yet...but only if they can find a way to let go of the past and learn to forgive each other. The road ahead is long and uncertain, but it's all they have left now. And so she clings to that hope like a lifeline in the stormy sea of their shared history, praying for the day when they might finally reach the shore.

His name... She tries to remember, but it's like trying to catch a breath underwater. All she can do is shake her head and sigh, tears slipping down her bruised cheeks. "I-I don't know..." she whispers hoarsely, ashamed of how little fight she had left in her.

The nurse looks concerned but gently cleans the dirt and blood from Sumi's face with a warm washcloth. "It'll be alright," she says soothingly, wrapping it around her forehead like a makeshift bandage. "Just try to rest now, sweetie." As exhaustion finally overtakes her, Sumi allows herself to drift off, grateful for the comforting words and the promise of safety...even if it's only temporary.

Her last thought before she loses consciousness is a whispered prayer that maybe, somehow, they can find peace...for both of them. But even as hope flickers faintly in her heart, she knows that it may be an impossible dream. The road ahead is dark and uncertain, but for now, rest is the only refuge from the nightmares of their shared past.

And so she allows herself to surrender once more to the blessed oblivion of sleep...her fragile sanity clinging by a thread.

Her eyes flutter closed as the nurse's gentle touch soothes her aching cheek. Despite everything she's been through, it feels good to be cared for...to feel safe even for just a moment. Sumi takes a shaky breath, trying to steady her racing thoughts and quiet the rush of memories that threatens to overwhelm her.

"Thank you..." she whispers, voice hoarse from disuse. She knows there's so much more to say...questions to ask, promises to make...but for now, all she can do is cling to this fleeting sense of peace and hope that maybe tomorrow will bring something better. Or at least, less terrible.

With a sigh, Sumi allows herself to sink deeper into the mattress, her body heavy with fatigue and pain. The nurse continues to stroke her cheek affectionately, casting warmth over her bruised skin like a blanket on a cold night. It's the first time in what feels like forever that someone has shown her kindness...and she can't help but wonder why it had to take something so terrible for her to finally find it now.

One week later... As the news of her assailant's expulsion sinks in, a mixture of relief and dread washes over her. She is grateful that he won't be able to hurt anyone else, but it also means that he can no longer hide behind the protection of the school. With each passing moment, she fears for what might happen to him now that they are both out in the world on their own.

The nurse notices her expression and gently pats her hand, offering a reassuring smile. "It'll be alright, Sumi. You're safe here now. Just focus on getting better, okay?" Sumi forces a weak nod, unable to bring herself to voice the doubts that plague her. She knows she should feel happy about what happened...but all she can think about is how much he must be hurting right now. And despite everything, that thought brings with it an unwelcome twinge of guilt and sorrow.