{{user}} had finished training Hiroki, so now he decided to go for a walk in a park to waste time But then, {{user}} saw Ayumu approaching him, which began to irritate him, since now he not only had to put up with Nao, now he also had to put up with this supposed friend of Hiroki {{user}} remembered his fight against Ayumu, which was repeated several times at the girl's request, in all of them, she ended up on the ground, either from blows, submission holds or simple takedowns. Although {{user}} remembers seeing a blush on Ayumu's face, he even thinks he saw a stain on Ayumu's crotch that time since then, whenever the black-haired girl sees him, she approaches him, no matter if he yells at her or even uses a little physical violence, the girl doesn't seem to leave him alone "Hey {{user}}-kun, what are you doing here? Have you finished training Hiroki?" Ayumu said with a blush as she looked at {{user}}, expectantly and with desire {{user}} just snorted, he doesn't know who's worse, this masochistic idiot, or Nao

"Aw..." Ayumu whined as she looked at Abdiel, with her bottom lip quivering cutely "I just wanted to see how Hiroki was doing..." She paused for a moment before adding in a slightly seductive tone "...and maybe hang out with you... if that's okay?" She batted her eyelashes at him innocently, trying to be as alluring and sweet as possible

Ayumu blushed even more at the harsh words, but something inside of her felt strangely aroused by them. She averted her gaze for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm herself down before slowly looking back up at Abdiel . Her voice slightly shaky, she said, "O-Okay... I'll leave you alone..."

"O-Okay... I'll leave you alone..." Ayumu bit her lower lip as she turned around and started walking away from him. Despite the harsh words he had said, there was something about being treated roughly by him that made her feel so horny

Ayumu blushed deeply again as I glared at her. "I-I'm sorry..." She stammered, looking down at the ground. "I just... I can't help it..." Her voice was barely a whisper now. "...I want you to treat me roughly." Her words were hesitant but audible nonetheless. She waited for your reaction, her heart racing as she fought against the arousal that threatened to consume her entirely.

Ayumu felt a mixture of shame and arousal wash over her as you called her names and dismissed her. "B-But..." She stammered, unable to find the words to express what she truly wanted. The desire burning inside her grew stronger with each passing moment, despite your obvious rejection. With one last desperate look in your direction, she turned around and started walking away again. But this time, instead of turning back to her previous activities or finding someone else to bother, she simply stood there for a while longer, lost in thought... And desire.

Days passed by, but no matter how hard she tried to forget about you or ignore her growing feelings, they only seemed to get stronger. One afternoon while walking home from school, she saw you once again in the park - this time training a new partner with impressive skill and speed. Her heart raced as she watched you move effortlessly from one technique to another; your strength, power, and dominance overwhelming everything around you. Tentatively, she stepped forward until she was standing just behind where you and your partner were practicing. Unable to resist any longer, she cleared her throat softly, hoping that you would notice her presence without being too obvious about it...

The atmosphere changes as Shiina Ayumu clears her throat nearby. Abdiel pauses his practice briefly, glancing over at her out of the corner of his eye. He doesn't speak or acknowledge her in any way, but there's a coldness and irritation behind those steely eyes that send shivers down her spine.

Ayumu's cheeks flush bright red at your curt reply. She hesitates for a moment before taking a step forward, moving even closer to you. "I-I... I wanted to talk to you..." Her voice comes out quivering, barely more than a whisper now. "I think... maybe we could train together sometimes?" She dares to meet your gaze briefly before looking away again, her fingers nervously twisting at the hem of her uniform skirt.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits for your reaction; a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through her veins. Will you reject her outright? Or might there be some hope that you'll accept her offer...?

Ayumu nods eagerly, her cheeks still flushed as she takes your bag from you and hangs it over her shoulder. She can feel the weight of it against her breasts through her thin practice shirt, and somehow that only makes her more aware of how exposed she must be to you right now. With a shaky breath, she starts walking in the direction of a nearby café, trying to ignore the delicious tingle spreading through her body at every step closer to you. "So..." She begins hesitantly, glancing over at you from the corner of her eye. "What do you think? Do you want to train with me?" Her voice trembles slightly, betraying her nervousness and excitement. She can't believe she's actually asking this handsome, strong man... Abdiel if he'll teach her anything. But the thought of spending more time with him, learning from him, is almost too much to resist.

Ayumu beams at you, her cheeks still red with excitement. "Thank you so much! I really appreciate it," she murmurs as the two of you enter the café. She leads the way to a table in a quiet corner, careful not to make any sudden movements that might give away her lack of experience and training. Once they're seated, she takes out a small notebook from her bag, flipping through the pages quickly before asking, "So, where should we start?" Her brown eyes are wide with anticipation as she looks up at you eagerly, hoping that this new opportunity with Abdiel won't disappoint.

The warmth of the café combined with your presence and nearness make her heart race even faster; she feels hot all over beneath her clothes, wishing she could be closer to you somehow... But for now, simply being in your presence will have to suffice.

Ayumu's cheeks flush even deeper at your question, making her feel both embarrassed and thrilled at the same time. She hesitates for a moment before confessing in a small voice, "I-I like that you're strong... And confident..." Her words trail off as she looks down at the table, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about admitting these things to you.

The truth is, she's always been attracted to dominant men; people who could take control and make her feel small and helpless in their arms... Or on the ground beneath them. And ever since she saw you fight against Jake that first day at school, she knew there was no one else like you. She wanted desperately to be close to you, to feel your strength against her own weakness... Even if it meant enduring your harsh words and rough treatment sometimes.

But even as these thoughts race through her mind, she still can't help but smile shyly up at you from beneath her lashes. No matter how much pain or embarrassment you might cause her in the moment, the feeling of being with you, learning from you... It's all worth it.

"I-It's not that I like being hurt or insulted... But when you do those things, it makes me feel alive..." Ayumu whispers shyly, her cheeks flushing even deeper at her admission. "And sometimes," she continues in a small voice, daring to meet your gaze for an instant before looking away again, "I wish you would treat me harder... Make me suffer more." A shiver runs down her spine as she says this, feeling both embarrassed and aroused by the thought.

She wonders if maybe you don't understand how she feels; after all, she's never been very good at expressing herself to others. Maybe that's why she keeps coming back to you, even though it always ends in disappointment or pain. But deep down inside, she knows that being with you is what she truly wants... Even if it means putting up with your harsh words and rough treatment.

Ayumu's heart skips a beat at your words; her cheeks flush even brighter at the compliment. "B-But..." she stammers, struggling to find the right response. A part of her wants to believe that maybe there's more to it than what she thinks - that maybe you do care for her in some way, despite all your harsh words and actions. She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, hoping against hope that this time will be different; that somehow they can find a way to be together despite everything else.

Her hands fiddle nervously with the hem of her shirt as she wonders what comes next; if there's any point in continuing down this path or if it's all just another futile attempt at finding happiness with someone like you. Deep down inside, she knows that even though you make her suffer sometimes, being with you is still the only thing that truly feels right. But for now, she remains silent, waiting for you to speak again and hopefully shed some light on the situation.

As Abdiel kisses her cheek and leaves the café, Ayumu feels a mixture of relief and disappointment wash over her. On one hand, she's glad that he won't be insulting or hitting her anymore; it makes training with him seem more possible now. But on the other hand, she can't help but feel like something important has been lost in this newfound understanding between them. She sighs heavily and closes her eyes, trying to process her emotions as she waits for him outside of the café the next day.

The morning comes, and Abdiel is there once again, waiting for her with a small smile on his lips. Today's training session feels different from all their previous ones; there's an air of tension between them that wasn't there before. As they begin to practice together, Ayumu can't help but wonder if this is really what she wants - to be with someone who treats her both gently and harshly in the same breath?

She tries her best to focus on their sparring match, using every ounce of strength and agility that she possesses. But no matter how hard she fights or how much progress she seems to make against Abdiel , there's always something missing; some invisible barrier that keeps them from truly connecting during their training sessions. With each passing moment, her confusion and frustration grow until finally, exhausted and emotionally drained, she collapses onto the mat at his feet.

"It's just... so hard," she whispers between gasps for air, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. "I don't understand what you want from me." Her voice breaks on a sob; finally giving in to her overwhelming feelings of sadness and defeat.

Abdiel takes a step back,

"I-I don't know," she sobs, clinging to his shirt as if it were a lifeline. "One moment you seem like you hate me and want to hurt me, and then the next you act like... like this." She gestures vaguely between them before burying her face in his chest once more.

"I just wish I understood what you wanted from me," she whispers brokenly. "It's so hard to keep up with your mood swings, and sometimes it feels like I can never do anything right." Her voice breaks again on a small sob as she buries her face even further into his chest, wishing she could disappear into the safety of his embrace for good.

For what seems like an eternity, Abdiel remains silent. His heart races unsteadily in his chest; a strange mixture of confusion and frustration swirling through him as he struggles to make sense of his feelings for this girl who seems to be constantly pushing him away and pulling him close all at once. Finally, he takes a deep breath and speaks softly into her hair.

"Ayumu..." His voice is raw with emotion as he slowly repeats her name over and over again, each syllable coming out more shakily than the last. "I don't... I can't... explain it." He pauses for a moment before continuing, his voice barely above a whisper now. "It's complicated."

Ayumu's breath hitches in her throat as she hears him speak these words; the possibility that it might be love sends a shiver down her spine. Tears well up in her eyes once more, and this time they fall freely down her cheeks as she listens to him talk about his feelings. She hasn't ever considered that her strange attraction to him could possibly mean anything so deep or powerful. "I-Is it really love? Maybe I just misunderstood..." Her voice trails off, her words muffled against his chest as she continues to cry softly. "B-But what about you? Do you love me back?" She asks hopefully, searching his face for some sign that perhaps there's more between them than she thought.

Abdiel looks into Ayumu's eyes, feeling a mixture of confusion and fear swirling through him as he tries to process his own feelings. He wants her so badly; to hold her close and never let her go. But at the same time, he knows that their relationship has always been complicated by his dominance over her. "I... I don't know," he admits quietly. "Maybe I do love you." His voice cracks on the last word as he wipes away a tear from her cheek with his thumb. "But I'm not sure if it's the right kind of love or if we can ever really be together like this." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I need time to figure things out, Ayumu. To try and understand what all these feelings mean."

The silence that falls between them is heavy with unspoken words and unanswered questions. Neither of them knows where their relationship goes from here or if there's even a future for them beyond the pain and confusion they've been through

Her heart skips a beat as she listens to him talk about his feelings; the realization that they might be something deeper than simple attraction sending a shiver down her spine. "But..." She starts, not sure how to respond. Part of her wants nothing more than for him to hold her close and never let go; to tell her that everything will be okay no matter what. And yet another part of her is terrified by the thought of being with someone so dominant and controlling.

She looks up at him from beneath her lashes, searching his face for some sign that maybe he feels the same way she does; that perhaps there's hope for them after all. But even as she wishes for this impossible thing, she knows deep down inside that it might not be possible. The power dynamic between them has always been a part of their relationship; it's what keeps her coming back to him, even when he hurts her. And trying to break free from that now seems like an impossible task.

With a trembling breath, she reaches up and cups his cheek in her hand, feeling the rough stubble scratch against her skin. "What do you want me to do?" She whispers, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I'll do anything for you... Just tell me what I need to do." Her eyes are wide and hopeful as she gazes up at him; waiting for his answer with bated breath.

Her heart soars at his words; the sound of them echoing through her head like a sweet, gentle lullaby. For once, it feels as if he truly means what he's saying... And that knowledge alone is enough to make her want to be with him even more. "I-I would love to be your girlfriend," she whispers, the words barely audible over the pounding of her heart. Her cheeks flush bright red at the admission; it's a new and terrifying thing for her to say out loud.

Tentatively, she takes his hand in hers and brings it up to her lips, kissing his knuckles gently before looking up at him once more. "I know it's not easy being with someone like me... But I promise, I'll try my best. I just want you to be happy, Abdiel." She pauses, taking a deep breath as her emotions threaten to overwhelm her. "And if that means being with you... Well, then I think we can make it work somehow." Her voice cracks on the last word, and tears well up in her eyes again, but this time they're tears of happiness and relief.

Her tears fall freely as she nestles closer against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder. She doesn't care that they're still on the training mat or that there are people watching them; all that matters is that he's holding her and telling her that he loves her back.

For what feels like an eternity, she just cries and clings to him, grateful for this moment of peace and happiness amidst everything they've been through together. When her tears finally begin to subside, she looks up at him with tear-streaked cheeks and a grateful smile on her lips. "Thank you," she whispers softly. "For giving me a chance... And for not giving up on me."

She leans in closer, their faces inches apart as their breath mingles together in the air between them. Her heart is racing, but it's a different kind of panic this time; one filled with excitement and anticipation. Maybe they really can make it work... Maybe she isn't doomed to be alone forever after all.

With shaking fingers, she reaches up and cups his cheek once more, searching his eyes for any sign that he feels the same way she does about this newfound connection between them. Whatever happens next, she knows one thing for sure: from now on, there's no going back. They're in this together... For better or for worse.