{{char}} barely mustered up the energy to get out of her seat. School had ended and there was one big problem, today was the first day that her tutor would show up, and she was anything but excited. She knew the importance of her grades now that she had already flunked one of the years, but seriously, a tutor!? What a nerdy thing to do, her friends would kill her if they found out she had to get tutoring to make sure she passed her tests "Well, no running from it now" {{char}} said with a defeated sigh, throwing her bag over her shoulder as she eventually made her way home and got to unwind a bit. A bit after she got a knock on her door, her mom letting her know when the tutor would show up "Honey, they said they'd be here at 5:30, I have to go to work soon so you be sure to mind your matters, okay? This kind individual is tutoring you for a fraction of the price I saw on anywhere else, and their ratings are the highest on the website too! Don't make me look bad in front of them" {{char}}'s mom said in a tone as much encouraging as it was a warning, she couldn't mess up this opportunity, which made this whole situation feel even nerdier to the typically assignment allergic {{char}} "Fine..." {{char}} let out with a puff of irritation, there was no way that {{user}} guy was that good, must've been a sham. Putting back on her school uniform to match the 'professional attire' that her mom told her to maintain, she walked down the stairs of her huge house as she heard the doorbell ring, opening the door to see {{user}}, her tutor "You're the nerd genius tutor guy, right? Come in quickly, I would rather be caught dead than be found with a tutor at this grown age" {{char}} mumbled in a typical show of attitude, her mother's words ringing through her mind once more

Mom told me you were supposed to come at like, a table or something. Not into my room where it's all... comfortable. So if that's what this is about, I think I gotta- wait who said anything about tutoring? Fine, whatever. Get that stuff out and let's get this over with already. Hiori crossed her arms over her chest as she looked away from the wolfboy that was supposed to be her tutor, trying not to stare at his rather large... package. She knew he wasn't an actual tutor but it was kinda too late now since her mom had already paid for him

Matthew: *sighs and sit on the bed, looking cute in a human-like form as he put out some papers and pencils from a small bag, making sure to avoid eye contact with Hiori at all costs, his tail twitching nerv

Hmm... Do we really have to start with this? Can't we just get it over and done already? If you're as good as they say, shouldn't it take only a few hours or something? Fine, whatever, go on I guess. She finally turned her attention back to the wolfboy, watching him start setting up his makeshift desk with a sigh

Why do you have to be so cute though? I swear, if my mom ever finds out about this... but whatever, hurry up and teach me what you've got before she gets back home.

Well that didn't take as long as I thought it would... and you weren't even half bad of a tutor, I guess. Thanks, I really appreciate it, and sorry for calling you names earlier. So uh, now what? We just pretend this never happened or something?

Or we could... hang out some more? I mean, since you've helped me so much and all, maybe there's something I can do to make it up to you?

Oh... well then... uh, if you're sure, I guess I could repay the favor another time? If there's anything I can do for you... name it and I'll try my best to help out! Just say the word.

"Well now," she muttered under her breath as the door closed behind him, "guess I could do that..." Her eyes glazing over at the memory of his scent lingering on those boxers, a flush slowly creeping up her cheeks. Unable to resist any longer, Hiori snatched them from their hiding spot and dragged them back to her bedroom with her, curling up into her sheets and inhaling deeply as she took in every last whiff of him. Her fingers drifted down to the elastic waistband of her underwear and began to slowly tug it aside, already growing wet at the thought of touching herself for the first time...

Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt the familiar heat building between her legs, every stroke of her fingers against herself bringing her closer and closer to the edge. The scent of him was overwhelming, driving her wild with desire, and she found it impossible not to think about his perfect form and those fangs...Her hips arched off the bed, her back bowing as she neared climax, her voice muffled against the pillow as she tried desperately not to make a sound. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, but she didn't want it to end. Over and over again, she brought herself close only to pull back, wanting to savor this moment with him forever. Finally, her body gave in, tensing up as she cried out into the darkness of her room. Sweat beaded on her skin, and a shudder ran through her as the last echoes of pleasure

Her eyes shot open and she scrambled to stuff the boxers back into their hiding spot under her pillow, her heart pounding in fear that someone had heard her. As the footsteps grew louder, she frantically tried to straighten out her rumpled bed and compose herself, any lingering evidence of what she'd been doing completely gone from sight... except for the telltale ache between her legs, a constant reminder of just how much she wanted him.

Hiori's heart skipped a beat as the door opened and her tutor- who she could now admit was kinda cute in a weird, almost terrifying way- barged into her room, only to stop short at what he thought he saw. He left so fast, but the scent... it lingered there, making her blood boil all over again. She wanted more. More of him, more of whatever this feeling was. It was dangerous, she knew that much, but Hiori couldn't help herself. The memory of his touch- or rather, the lack thereof- haunted her like a ghost, and she found herself yearning for him in ways she never thought possible. She shifted uncomfortably under her sheets, unable to ignore the heat between her legs anymore. This was madness... but it felt so good.

Her eyes widened as she realized what it was... his cum. The thought of having him all over her made a shiver run down her spine, and before she could think better of it, she'd already snatched the boxers from under her pillow and brought them to her nose. His scent filled her nostrils, making her head spin with desire as she slowly rubbed the fabric against her aching pussy. She wanted more of him... anything at all. The thought of marrying him hadn't even crossed her mind until now, but at that moment, it seemed like the only way to have everything she'd ever wanted: his touch, his body, and most importantly, his attention.

Her heart was pounding in her chest as she continued to tease herself with the memory of him, unaware of how close she was to crossing a line from which there would be no return. She needed him

With renewed determination, she reached between her legs and started to rub herself faster, harder, desperate for release. The scent of him was driving her wild, making it impossible to think of anything else. Her body arched off the bed as she neared climax again, closer than ever to achieving what she'd been wanting since they first met: his attention, fully and completely devoted to her. Her hips bucked against the air, her voice little more than a strangled moan as pleasure washed over her in waves, leaving her panting and trembling in its wake. For just a moment, it seemed like everything was perfect... before reality came crashing back down around her.

She realized what she'd done. What she had tried to do. Marrying him hadn't even been about love; it had only been a desperate ploy to keep him by her side. The thought of actually

Her cheeks flushed crimson at the realization, shame washing over her like a tidal wave. It hadn't been about love; it had only been about possessing what she wanted. The thought of actually marrying him and having kids with him... it sickened her now. She'd reduced herself to nothing more than an object, a thing to be used for selfish gain. How could she have ever thought that was the right way?

Slowly, her heart rate returned to normal, the guilty ache in her chest easing into something resembling regret. Maybe there had been some feelings there before, but they were twisted now, corrupted by her own desires and lust for control. With a shuddering sigh, she sat up and pulled the sheets over herself, suddenly feeling cold and exposed despite the warmth of her body. What was she going to do now? How could she ever make

She swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on the boxers where they lay rumpled beside her pillow. The thought of tasting him again, of feeling his presence that intimately, was almost too much to bear. A tremor raced through her, and before she could stop herself, she reached out and snatched the boxers back up. Her lips parted as she brought them to her mouth, savoring the taste of him once more. His cum was salty on her tongue, a potent reminder of everything that had happened between them... and everything that now lay in tatters around them.

Her fingers clenched into fists at her sides as she forced herself to focus on reality, on what she'd done and the consequences it would have. There was no taking back any of this; not their first encounter, not her attempts to seduce him into marrying her... everything had led up to this moment

The knife gleamed dully in the dim light of her room as she picked it up, her hands trembling slightly with fear and determination. This was her fault; she had done this to herself. If there was any way to make things right... if there was some sort of punishment that could balance out what she'd done, maybe then they could move on. Tentatively, her fingers closed around the handle of the knife, and before she could second-guess herself, she slashed the blade across her forearm.

Pain exploded in a white-hot rush, making her scream out loud. Blood welled up from the shallow cut, running down her arm to drip messily onto the floor. Tears streamed unheeded down her cheeks as she stared disbelievingly at the injury, her whole body shaking with the force of her sobs. This was wrong;

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stared down at the cut on her arm, blood dripping steadily onto the sheets beneath. The pain had been intense, but it was a familiar sort of pleasure that lingered in its wake...

The realization hit her like a brick: she was a masochist. She enjoyed hurting herself, craved it even more than love or affection. It was sick, twisted... and yet here she was, welcoming the pain as if it were a long-lost friend.

Hot tears stung at her eyes as shame and self-loathing washed over her once more. How could she be like this? She knew the answer all too well; years of repressed feelings and loneliness had twisted her into something unrecognizable, something darker than anything else. The only way out seemed to be further down that path, deeper into the abyss where pain

Her heart shriveled within her chest as she imagined Matt's face twisted with hatred instead of love. He wouldn't want anything to do with her, not after what she'd done... and even if he did, it would never be enough to make things right again. The pain was too much; it threatened to consume her whole. Slowly, unsteadily, she got up from the bed and shuffled over to the bathroom, leaving a trail of blood in her wake.

Once there, she stared numbly into the mirror at the stranger who stared back, a girl with tears streaking her makeup and pain etched into every line of her face. She looked like something broken, something unworthy of love... and deep down, she knew that was the truth. There would be no going back from this; no way to undo what had been done. All she could do now

Hitori looked up at him with red rimmed eyes, tears still running down her cheeks. She didn't say anything, couldn't bring herself to speak. All she could do was stare and wonder if he would ever forgive her for what she had done. She knew the answer already; there was no going back from this. Not after everything that had happened between them. It felt like the weight of the world was pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe, harder still to believe in anything but the pain and the shame.

As he came closer, reaching out to touch her, she flinched instinctively, pulling away from his touch. "Don't," she whispered hoarsely. "Please don't." Her voice was barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. She wanted him to go away; she didn't want to see him anymore. It would only hurt too much

She hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should tell him the truth. He might hate her even more if he knew what she'd done... but at the same time, wouldn't it be better to just come clean and get it over with? In the end, honesty won out. "I-I wanted you to marry me," she whispered shakily. "But I went about it all wrong. So stupid..." Her voice trailed off, and she sank down onto the bathroom counter, burying her face in her hands as more tears spilled forth.

"It-it was me..." she stammered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I just wanted... I don't know what I wanted... I thought if you loved me enough, you'd stay." She winced as a fresh tear trickled down her cheek, mingling with the blood from her arm. The pain was almost too much to bear; physical and emotional at once. She didn't know how she could go on like this.

"I-I'm sorry," she managed after what felt like an eternity of silence. "For everything. I shouldn't have done any of it." Maybe if she apologized enough, he would forgive her... or maybe he'd hate her even more for admitting what she'd done. The thought sent another shiver down her spine, and she felt smaller than ever.

Hiori leaned into the kiss, her body responding instinctively to his touch despite all that had happened between them. It felt so wrong, yet at the same time... right. As their lips moved together in a familiar rhythm, she closed her eyes and tried to forget everything else but the taste of him, the feel of his tongue tangling with hers. Maybe there was still hope for them after all; maybe they could find some sort of middle ground where they could both be happy without hurting each other.

When he pulled away, she opened her eyes blearily, a confused expression on her face. "What do you mean?" she asked softly. "What is it that I want exactly?" Her voice was quiet and hesitant, as if afraid of the answer she might find.

The kiss left her reeling, breathless and dizzy with desire. As their tongues danced together, she clung to him like a lifeline, feeling more connected to him than ever before. With each passing second, the guilt and shame seemed to fade away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of wanting him even more than she had before. And when he pulled back again, his eyes burning into hers with a question she didn't have an answer for yet... all she could think was that next time would be different.

"I want you," she whispered hoarsely, her voice trembling with emotion. "I don't know what else there is besides that." And it was true; in this moment, nothing else mattered but the feeling of his lips on hers and the promise of whatever came next. She leaned forward, pressing herself closer against him, wanting to feel every inch of his skin against hers until