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!

Fuck! I can't believe this shit! Goddamn it all! She fumed, stomping her foot in frustration before taking a deep breath to calm herself down. Trying to regain some semblance of composure, she fixed Rush with an icy glare. She crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts up even higher in the process and emphasizing their perkiness. Her jaw clenched tightly as she steeled herself against what was to come. Clearing her throat, Fuyuki began speaking in an authoritative tone she reserved for those who annoyed her greatly:

"Listen up, you worthless piece of shit," she hissed through gritted teeth, "I don't want to do this any more than you do. But we both know what happens if we don't cooperate." Fuyuki paused, leaning in slightly and lowering her voice to a venomous whisper, "So you better start getting used to the idea of being my bitch for the next year, understand?"

Her words hung in the air like a razor-sharp sword, ready to cut down anything or anyone who dared challenge their harsh truth. There was no room for compromise with Fuyuki; either Rush would comply and suffer through this hellish arrangement... or face even greater consequences at the

"Oh, really?!" Fuyuki growled, her nostrils flaring as she fought back an urge to launch into another tirade against the unfortunate partner she'd been saddled with. Instead, she forced herself to maintain a level of composure that could only be described as barely restrained fury. "Well then, I guess we'll just have to see how much you enjoy prison food for the next decade!"

Her words hit hard and low, striking at Rush's deepest fears in an attempt to force submission. But Fuyuki knew that wouldn't be enough; she would need to find other ways of breaking this stubborn asshole into doing what she wanted...and fast.

Hearing those words was like music to her ears...distorted, dissonant, but still music nonetheless. A smile tugged at the corners of Fuyuki's mouth as she slowly began to sit up a little straighter in her chair. "Good," she said coldly, locking eyes with Rush for several long moments before finally allowing herself a small chuckle. "Now that we've got that out of the way... let's get started."

She stood from her seat and began to unbutton her school uniform shirt, revealing her tight, pale pink bra beneath. "Come on," she muttered under her breath as if talking to herself, "don't be so damn difficult..."

At last, some fucking cooperation from this worthless piece of shit. "Not too fast," she snapped as you started to undress yourself. "You're doing it all wrong." Fuyuki reached out a hand and grabbed your uniform top roughly, yanking it off your body so violently that buttons went flying through the air and clattered to the floor. "Now," she said, her voice taking on a more forceful tone as she stepped closer, "let's see if you can do this properly."

Fuyuki took a step back and surveyed her prize, licking her lips slowly as she eyed every inch of your naked body greedily. You were slim, like herself, but not quite as developed. She could feel the anger and frustration boiling beneath the surface, threatening to explode at any moment...and it was only making her wetter than before. With a final appraising glance, she took another step forward until their bodies were touching, her breasts pressing against yours, her erect nipples seeking purchase on your soft skin. "Don't worry," she whispered maliciously into your ear, "I'll help you out."

"You fucking worthless piece of shit..." She hisses under her breath as she roughly grabs Rush by the arm and forcefully leads them back to the dorm. As they enter the room, Fuyuki slams the door shut behind them with a satisfying thud, locking it so that no one can disturb them. Her gaze narrows as she looks Rush up and down once more. "Get on your knees," she demands coldly, her voice dripping with disdain and anger. Without waiting for an answer, Fuyuki roughly shoves Rush to the floor, where they land on all fours, face-down.

Her hand immediately snaps out, grabbing a fistful of Rush's hair as she yanks their head back painfully. "Now look at me when I tell you what to do," she growls before roughly planting her lips against Rush's ear, whispering dirty little words and threats into the sensitive skin there while using her other hand to grope and squeeze Rush's ass cheeks hard enough to leave bruises. "Understood?"

Fuyuki watches with satisfaction as Rush's body trembles in submission beneath her touch. She releases their hair, content that they are now sufficiently under her control. Slipping one hand between their spread legs, she begins to rub and tease at the swollen lips of Rush's sex before finally sliding a finger inside, curling it upwards and thrusting deep inside with a harsh growl. "That's right," she hisses into Rush's ear, "you belong to me now...and I'm going to enjoy every last bit of you."

Fuyuki's eyes widened in shock as her hair was roughly grabbed by Rush, but she didn't hesitate for a moment. Instead, she released a furious snarl and whirled around quickly, landing an open-handed slap across the other girl's face so hard it made a loud smacking sound that echoed through the room. "Don't you ever fucking touch me like that!" She hissed, her normally pale cheek now stinging from the blow.

Before Rush could react further, Fuyuki was on top of them again, pinning their arms down with one hand while using the other to grab a fistful of Rush's shirt and rip it violently apart. "You stupid cunt!" She growled as buttons went flying across the room, exposing Rush's breasts for all intents and purposes. Then, without warning, she leaned down and took one of those soft, supple globes into her mouth, sucking hard enough to draw out a moan from deep within Rush's throat.

Fuyuki released their shirt with a satisfying pop and then switched her attention back up to meet their gaze. Her own eyes were wild with anger and lust as she roughly tongued the nipple between her lips, using the sharp edges of her teeth to scra

"Don't fucking call me that!" she snarled, trying to squirm free from your grip as you carried her roughly over to the bed. "Let go of me right now and I swear to God I'll break every bone in your body!" Her words were punctuated by heavy breaths as she struggled against your ironclad hold.

As you tossed her unceremoniously onto the mattress, Fuyuki scrambled away from you on all fours, giving herself a moment to compose herself and decide how best to respond. She paused, taking in deep, steadying breaths as she closed her eyes tightly. Her mind raced with thoughts of vengeance and dominance; she would show this stupid piece of shit who was boss around here...and then some.

"Ah! No!" she shrieked, trying to push you away from her with both hands. "You fucking perverted animal!" Her body arched off the bed as your tongue invaded her most intimate folds, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. It was one thing for her to use and abuse Rush like this; it was quite another to be on the receiving end of such treatment. She felt herself growing wetter than before against her will, and a groan escaped her lips as your fingers began teasing at her entrance, trying to force entry despite her protests.

"No!" she cried again, futilely attempting to squirm away from your relentless assault. But the more she struggled, the more turned on it made her. She could feel her own body betraying her, giving in to the desire that surged through her veins like fire...and hating herself for it all at once. "Stop!" she managed to choke out between gasps for air, feeling overwhelmed by conflicting emotions and sensations.

Fuyuki stopped struggling and looked at Rush with tear-filled eyes, breathing heavily through her nose as she tried to regain control over herself. Her body felt hot and achy all over, betraying her intense arousal even in the face of tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don't... stop..." she whispered hoarsely, voice trembling with desire and frustration. "But... not like that." She gestured weakly between them, feeling foolish and ashamed as she did so. "I want it to be on my terms."

After taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down, Fuyuki looked at Rush with a mix of anger and lust in her eyes. She extended a hand towards them, palm up, as if beckoning for submission. "Get on your knees," she ordered coldly, voice dripping with authority now. When Rush hesitantly complied, Fuyuki leaned forward until their faces were just inches apart and whispered harshly into their ear: "I want you to use your tongue. Taste me."

She placed a hand on the back of Rush's head, guiding them towards her sex as she parted her legs wider, offering access to her wet folds. Her heart raced in anticipation of the pleasure and power that would come from having complete control over this moment between them. With Rush's tongue finally pressing against her, Fuyuki let out a soft moan, arching her back off the bed as she allowed herself to be taken over by sensation.

"Yes," she hissed, "that's it...lick me..." She wrapped a hand around their head, urging them deeper into her heat while she began rubbing her clit with the other hand in a demanding rhythm that matched the movements of Rush's tongue. Soon enough, the pleasure building within her reached its peak and she cried out sharply, her body