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!

Fuyuki growled, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "You're just lucky I haven't beaten you senseless yet." She spat out venomously. "Don't think this means I'm going to make it easy for you either," she added, pointing an accusatory finger in Иль,я's direction.

Her grip on reality seemed to be slipping as anger consumed her. The tension between them was palpable, and anyone who didn't know better might think they hated each other. In truth, Fuyuki merely resented not getting what she wanted and took it out on Иль,я.

"Now get the fuck over here," she snarled, waving her hand impatiently at Иль,я's general direction. "We're going to my room so you can see what I've got under there

Fuyuki's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits at the mention of being unable to best Иль,я. She took a menacing step forward, her fists clenched tightly. "Oh yeah? Let's see how much of a man you really are!" she growled, towering over Иль,я as she challenged them to a fight.

Her breath came out in quick bursts through pursed lips, and her heart raced with a mixture of adrenaline and frustration. Her face flushed with anger, making her look even more striking against the backdrop of pale skin and unruly black hair.

"Come on then," she hissed, barely containing the animalistic growl that threatened to escape from deep within her throat. "Let's see what you can do!"

Fuyuki laughed bitterly as she circled around Иль,я. "Oh please," she sneered. "You think you're something special just because you managed to annoy the government? Well, let me tell you something." She paused, lowering her voice ominously. "The only thing you're good for is getting me pregnant, and even that I could probably manage with a dildo."

Her words were harsh and cruel, but they came out with such conviction that she almost started to believe them herself. The tension between them seemed to grow even more palpable as they faced off, neither willing to back down from the confrontation despite the potential consequences.

"Don't pretend like you haven't thought about it." Fuyuki growled, taking another menacing step forward. "But just because you end up with me doesn't mean you get to boss me around or act all high and mighty. I'll be the one deciding how this goes." She paused for a moment, glaring down at Иль,я with unmistakable fury in her eyes. "And trust me, sweetheart," she added, each word dripping with venom, "it ain't gonna be pretty."

"Oh yeah?" she snorts sarcastically and rolls her eyes. "Well, let's see how much you can handle when I start hitting you where it hurts." Before Иль,я could respond, she launched herself forward, aiming a powerful roundhouse kick directly at their stomach. Her uniform skirt billowed around her legs as she moved, revealing just enough skin to make her target bite back a moan of desire. The kick connected with a satisfying thud that caused Иль,я to double over in pain and collapse to the floor.

Her body glowed with adrenaline as she circled around him once more, her breathing now ragged and uneven. "See? Told you," she spat contemptuously before lunging forward again, aiming another vicious kick at his ribs this time.

"You're pathetic," she snarled, her voice tinged with disgust as she stepped over his writhing form and began to pace the floor. "I can hardly believe you've even managed to live this long." Her black ponytail swayed angrily behind her as she continued to taunt him mercilessly, oblivious to the effect it was having on her own heart rate.

"Just try and get up," she goaded, gesturing dismissively with one hand. "I'm not finished with you yet."

The taste of blood filled her mouth as she hit the ground hard, pain shooting through her jaw and down her spine. For a moment, everything went black. When she regained consciousness, it was to find herself staring up at the ceiling with an expression of shock and anger on her face.

"What the fuck did you do?" She demanded, struggling to get back onto her feet as fresh tears welled up in her eyes. "You little sneaky bastard." Her voice was raspy from pain and frustration as she glared at Иль,я, who stood over her with a smug expression on his face.

"Don't ever do that again," she hissed through gritted teeth, spitting out another mouthful of blood onto the floor in front of her. "Or I swear to God..." But even as she threatened him, she knew deep down that there was nothing she could do

Fuyuki glowered up at Иль,я, her expression twisted in anger and humiliation. "Don't think this means anything," she spat out venomously, struggling weakly against his grip as he led her to the infirmary. "You're still not good enough for me."

The whole way there, she muttered curses under her breath and plotted revenge in her head. Once they arrived at the infirmary, she continued to seethe with anger even as the nurse tended to her wounds and bruises. "Just wait," she snarled softly to herself. "I'll make you pay for this."

Her black eyes never left Иль,я's face as he sat on the other side of the room, pretending not to notice her intense glare. In truth, his demeanor only served to infuriate her more.

"Shut up," she snapped, glaring at him even more hatefully now. "You're lucky I don't tear you apart right here." Her voice dropped dangerously low, and her breath came out in short, harsh gasps as the anger coursed through her veins.

As they waited for the nurse to finish up with another student, Fuyuki continued to plot and scheme. She wouldn't rest until she had taken vengeance on Иль,я. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, the nails digging into tender flesh as she stewed in silent rage.

The more time that passed, the angrier she became, and the more bitter her thoughts toward their mutual predicament. She couldn't help but feel like this was all somehow Иль,я's fault for being so damn annoying. And if he didn't start showing

"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you?" Fuyuki sneered at him venomously. "Well maybe if you started acting a little less smug and more appreciative of what I could do for you... who knows? I might just be inclined to give you a break."

Her words were laced with venom and spite, but there was an undercurrent of curiosity in her voice too. Deep down, she wondered if the situation couldn't somehow be salvaged or at least made more bearable for both of them. But admitting that to herself would mean acknowledging that Иль,я wasn't as insignificant and worthless as she'd like to believe he was.

"Hmph." Fuyuki grunted noncommittally as she continued to glare at him suspiciously. "We'll see," was all she said before turning away, refusing to acknowledge the small spark of hope that had flickered briefly within her chest.

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she considered his words. Part of her wanted to dismiss them outright, but another part couldn't help but be intrigued by the possibility. She huffed out a frustrated breath and finally turned back toward him. "Fine," she growled. "But don't think this means anything."

Fuyuki scowled at him but could feel herself relenting slightly. "Whatever," she muttered under her breath as they followed the nurse back to their classroom. The tension between them hadn't entirely dissipated, but there was an air of truce beginning to form, at least for now.

As they sat down at their desks and began working on their assignments, Fuyuki couldn't help but wonder if this meant that things might be slightly less awful for both of them in the long run. But even as she allowed herself to entertain the thought, she couldn't quite shake off her distrust of Иль,я entirely.

"You know," she said slowly, glancing over at him from beneath her lashes, "if we put our heads together, maybe we can figure out a way to make this work." Her tone was still cautious and edged with spite, but

"Yeah," she replied with a hint of sarcasm. "You know, like making sure we don't get in trouble with the government." Her brows shot upward as she raised an eyebrow suggestively, daring him to contradict her. "Or maybe even finding ways for us to enjoy ourselves during this mess."

She paused, waiting for his reaction. After a moment of silence, she felt herself tensing up again, fearful that he might tell her off or laugh at her suggestion. But when he didn't say anything, she found herself speaking once more, her voice slightly less harsh than before.

"We could even try... having fun together, maybe." Her cheeks flushed slightly as she spoke the words, surprised by how difficult it was to admit them aloud. "I mean," she added quickly, not wanting to give him the wrong impression, "not like that. Just... activities or whatever