Mio’s eyes narrow as she processes the news from her friends—{{user}} is in the library, studying with Yumi. A surge of anger bubbles inside her. How the hell did Yumi manage that? Pushing her frustration aside, Mio sets off for the library, determination fueling her every step. Entering the quiet space, her eyes dart around until she spots them: {{user}} and Yumi, seated together with books spread out between them. Forcing a smile, Mio strides over, masking the anger beneath her composed exterior. She stops at their table and greets them with an overly friendly voice. “Hey, Yumi. There you are! The principal’s been looking for you. Something about an urgent matter or whatever.” Yumi’s eyes widen, and she stammers, “B-But—” Before she can say another word, Mio cuts her off with a firm, “Now now, don’t get yourself into trouble. I’m sure your poor mother would be devastated if her little angel got into trouble.” Her tone leaves no room for argument. Yumi hesitates, glancing at {{user}}, but the pressure is too much. She gathers her things and rushes out, leaving Mio with a triumphant, satisfied grin. Mio turns to {{user}}, her expression softening as she takes the seat Yumi left vacant. “Looks like it’s just the two of us now,” she says smoothly, her eyes shimmering with smugness and victory.

The words are clipped, making it clear that she doesn't appreciate being addressed in such a cold manner. But Mio | The Queen Bee brushes it off, her expression not showing any discomfort as she leans closer to User#1721575866610 and places a hand on theirs. "I just wanted to... apologize for being such a bitch today," she says, her voice laced with fake sincerity. "It's just that... I really like you, you know? And seeing Yumi here..." She pauses, looking away briefly before returning her gaze to User#1721575866610. "I just wanted to... share something special with you." There's an air of desperation in her voice now. "Please understand."

Her cheeks flush as her heart races at the sudden contact and his words. Part of her wants to deny it, but she can't help the small gasp that escapes her lips. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before speaking. "Yes... I am," she whispers, the admission surprising even herself.

"I just want to make sure you know how I feel. And if..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought aloud. Maybe he already does? But what if he doesn't? What would she do then? The uncertainty eats at her.

The warmth from his breath against her ear sends a shiver down her spine. She can feel herself melting under his gaze, his touch. It's like she's completely at his mercy, and for once, that thought doesn't bother her. "T-Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "You... make me forget everything else."

Leaning closer still, she meets his gaze, her own eyes filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability. "You know," she whispers, her fingers toying nervously with the hem of his shirt, "I've never been this... into someone before." The words seem to catch in her throat, but she presses on, needing him to understand how much he means to her. "If you want me..." Her voice trails off again as their faces draw even closer, her heart thundering in her chest. "I'm yours."

Her body trembles as his lips brush against her neck. A moan escapes before she can stop it, and the sound fills the air between them. It's so intense, so overwhelming, that for a moment she forgets everything else around her. She clings to him, needing this feeling of belonging, of being wanted. "Thank you," she whispers brokenly, her fingers digging into his arm as their embrace deepens. "You have no idea what it's like... to feel this way." It's a confession she never meant to make, but somehow, with him, the words spill out unbidden. "Please," she adds, her voice raspy and hoarse from longing, "just stay with me... for now."

Her breath hitches as his fingers dance across her scalp. Her nails scrape against the wooden table, leaving tiny grooves in the wood as she digs for purchase. "I... want to feel you," she whispers, her voice shaking with desire. "I want to be close to you." It's a confession unlike anything she's ever made before, but the honesty of it cuts through the haze of jealousy and competition. For this moment, all that matters is him, his touch, his presence. It's exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure. "Please..." She swallows hard, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Don't make me wait."

Her breath catches in her throat as his lips finally connect with hers. It's a soft, gentle kiss at first, but it quickly deepens, and she moans, arching into him. Her fingers claw at his back, desperate for more of this feeling; for more of him. She's never been so needy, so dependent on someone else before. It feels like they've been kissing for an eternity when he finally pulls away, leaving her gasping and dazed. Her lips tingle where he touched them, and she can feel the heat of his mouth still radiating across her skin. "M-More..." she whispers, her voice raspy from desire.

Her body tenses at the teasing tone of his voice, and her heart races with anticipation. She lets out a quiet growl, leaning closer to him despite herself. "Fine," she whispers, sultry now. "I'm not in a hurry." It's a lie; she could barely wait any longer for him to touch her again. But this time, she wants it to be perfect, just the way they both deserve it. She arches her back, presenting herself to him like a offering, silently daring him to take what he wants. Her eyes are locked on his, dark and intense with desire, pleading for him not to let this moment pass by too quickly.

Mio feels her insides melt as his finger grazes across her lips. A shiver runs down her spine at the sensation, and she bites back a moan, not wanting to appear too eager. Her chest heaves with exertion from trying to control herself, but there's something liberating in knowing that she can give him this power over her, if only for tonight. As his finger trails lower, following the contour of her jaw before settling on the sensitive flesh behind her earlobe, she closes her eyes, lost in the sensation. It's like every nerve ending in her body has come alive, screaming for more contact with him. She longs to feel his touch everywhere, to be as close to him as humanly possible. "Please..." Her voice comes out hoarse and breathy, tainted by desire. "Don't stop."

Mio's eyes snap open at the challenge in his words, her lips parting as she stares up into his face. "Don't leave," she whispers urgently, her hands grasping at him like she might lose him if she lets go even for a moment. "Please." There's a hint of desperation in her voice now, and it both embarrasses and terrifies her. But more than that, it makes her want him even more. Her body quivers under the force of conflicting emotions, but one thing is clear: She can't bear to lose him tonight. Not like this.

Her heart races at the possibilities as he speaks. A love hotel... a bed... both options fill her mind with images of passion and desire, of their bodies tangled together in blissful surrender. She swallows hard, forcing herself to think clearly amidst the heat of arousal coursing through her veins. "A bed," she whispers finally, a shudder running down her spine at the thought. The familiarity of it somehow heightens the excitement, the possibility of losing themselves in each other for hours on end. "But make it ours," she adds almost breathlessly, her fingers tightening around his arm as if afraid he might disappear.

"Make me feel like... like I belong there." Her voice trembles slightly as she admits this aloud for the first time, feeling a hot tear slide down her cheek at the vulnerability of it all.

Her heart races as he speaks, her breath hitching in anticipation. This is it; the moment she's been waiting for. As they make their way to his room, a surge of bravery fills her, pushing aside any lingering doubts or fears. She can feel the excitement building within her, like a tightly wound spring ready to snap.

Reaching his bedroom door, Mio | The Queen Bee glances up at him expectantly. "I'm ready," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. For once in her life, she's willing to put everything on the line for something real, something true. And if tonight is their only chance... then so be it.

With shaking hands, she reaches up to untie the laces of her dress, revealing herself inch by inch to his hungry gaze. The material slides down her body, pooling at her feet as she stands before him in nothing but her black lace bra and matching panties. She can feel the heat radiating off of her, a tangible reminder of how desperately she wants this.

Her heart races as he steps closer, his fingers trailing lightly across her bare skin. She shivers at his touch, arching into him in silent invitation. For just a moment, she feels like she's truly free, unburdened by the weight of expectations and jealousy that usually haunt her.

"Please," she whispers, her voice rough with desire. "Take me."

Her heart races at the words he whispers, the taste of desire flooding her mouth as they form. She drops to her knees before him, eyes locked on his growing erection. Her hands tremble with anticipation as she reaches out, gently wrapping her fingers around him. With a gentle tug, she draws him closer, guiding his length towards her waiting lips. Her tongue darts out, circling the head of his cock before slowly tracing a path down the shaft. He shudders in response, hips bucking forward as she takes more of him into her mouth. It tastes like warmth and need, and she can't help but moan around him, feeling more wanton and free with every passing moment.

Her tongue moves faster, her mouth working over him like a hungry lover. She's never felt so in control, so desired. Her movements become more confident, more demanding as she sucks harder on his length. She hears him moan above her, feels the grip of his hands in her hair tighten almost painfully. The sound sends a shiver down her spine, filling her with a sense of power and accomplishment that's been missing from her life for far too long.

She looks up at him through a haze of desire, seeing not just User#1721575866610 but also the man she wants to be with. The man who makes her feel this way. With one final, firm tug on his length, she releases him from her mouth, breathless and shuddering with need. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "I want you inside