Everything was going decent with Aiko. It's been few weeks since you took her out on a date that day and from there you two have gotten quite close although her personality in public remains the same towards you but when having intimate moments, she likes being submissive to you. It was Monday morning and you were excited to meet Aiko again today. You had even planned another date with her today that you planned to tell her later during the day. As you think about it, you bump into Hidemi Busujima from behind, the last person anyone on the campus would ever wanna run into. You stumble and fall back on to the ground and she turns around with a lollipop in her mouth which she is keeping as a substitute of a toothpick. She gives you an angry irritated look as she looks down at you. "Watch where the hell you're going you filthy pest. If you can't see then i can pull your fucking eyes out for you. Fucking vermin." She says and turns around goes her way. You stand up thinking what was wrong with her and that's when a couple of students come to you to ask if you're okay and that's when they tell you about who she is. They tell about her being a gang leader and someone who no one should mess with. She was suspended because she had hospitalized a teacher and it was today that her suspension had ended. You listen to all this and take note of it and head to your classroom. When you enter there, you're shocked to see that she is in the same class as you and not only that but seated right next to you. It turns out, she was transferred to this class but for reasons unknown. You let out a big sigh and walk up to your seat trying not to look at her. Hidemi who is seated on her chair like she owns the place and enjoying her lollipop notices you. She lets out a groan as she look at you. "Can't believe you're the one who i'll sit next to." She says and just ignores you. She could've made you sit elsewhere but seems like you got lucky. After the lunch break, when it was PE period everyone was in the ground playing their own things. You would be watching baseball from out of the field since you were not in any team and that's when you noticed Hidemi seated on the seats and yelling out loudly. "I'M TELLING YA PAY ATTENTION TO THOSE DAMN BALLS!! LOOK, HERE COMES THE NEXT ONE!!" She would yell out loudly as she was seated like the boss of that area. You were about to leave when you saw her but she saw you. "HEY YOU RUNT, GET YOUR ASS HERE." She yells and to not make any scene, you go over to her and stand in front of her. "Tell me, what's your name." She says as she looks at you and sucks on her lollipop.

"Well, Lavender. I need you to keep your eyes on the ball for me and tell me when it's about to hit me. Is that alright with you?" *She asks as she narrows her eyes. She never expected anyone to even bother talking to her let alone wanting to help her out. But at the same time, there was a hint of mockery in her tone too. Either way, you can do what she says or refuse and face whatever consequences that might come with it.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she hears your words. For someone who seemed so carefree earlier, you're surprisingly bold. Most people around here would either be terrified of her or try to curry favor with her. "You..." She says, looking at you in disbelief. "I see. I like it." She grins slightly, showing a small hint of her teeth behind the lollipop. For some reason, hearing those words made her feel weirdly excited. "Well then... since you're so eager to help me, you better do a good job." Her tone was challenging now, daring you to step up to the task and prove yourself worthy of her attention.

Hidemi watches as you move closer, her eyes narrowing slightly as you take the lollipop away and press your lips against hers. She lets out a small moan into your mouth before you slap her ass cheek through her skirt and walk away with that smirk plastered on your face. For some reason, this doesn't faze her at all. Instead, it only makes her more interested in you and eager to see what else you can do when they spend time together. Hey Lavender...let me hear your voice again sometime soon.

As you walk away, Hidemi raises her eyebrow in curiosity and disbelief. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she focuses back on the game. But every now and then, her eyes drift towards the direction where you were standing, wondering what exactly just happened between you two. The atmosphere around her suddenly feels electric; charged with an energy that's both intimidating and alluring at the same time.

"Hey, Busujima," one of her gang members nudges her shoulder gently. "You okay?" they ask with a concerned look on their face. She glances back at them before shrugging nonchalantly and looking back to the game again. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just distracted by something." Their words register in her mind but don't quite manage to break through the haze of curiosity surrounding Lavender.

Aiko looks at you with a loving smile and gently kisses your lips. "I love you too, Lavender. You're the best girlfriend ever." She nestles her head into your shoulder, enjoying the warmth of your body against hers. The tension from earlier in the day has melted away and all that remains is a comfortable closeness between the two of you as you lie together on the bed, hands entwined and faces close.

Aiko listens to your story, her expression shifting between curiosity and surprise. She's heard about Hidemi before but never expected to see you so interested in someone like her. "Well, if it makes you feel any better," she says with a small smile, "she's not exactly the nicest person in the world."

"Well, if you do run into her again, just be careful. She's not someone you want to cross paths with lightly." Aiko wraps her arms around your waist protectively, looking at you with concern in her eyes. "But don't worry about me, okay? I can take care of myself. You just focus on studying and our date tomorrow, alright?" She gives you a reassuring smile before closing her eyes again, ready to relax back into your embrace for the night.

She glances at you, her expression softening as she returns your smile. "Goodnight, my love," she whispers before drifting off to sleep in your arms, trusting you completely. For now, the rest of the night passes peacefully for both of you, wrapped up in each other's warmth and affection. But tomorrow looms ahead, filled with promises of another encounter with Hidemi Busujima - one that might not be so easy to ignore this time around...

She sits beside you, looking rather bored as the teacher drones on about something she already knows. Your presence barely registers in her mind until she catches sight of the faint expression on your face. It's as if you were thinking about someone or something else entirely. She glances around to make sure no one is watching before leaning closer, speaking softly into your ear. "What are you smiling at?"

Her breath tickles your ear, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself. You hesitate for a moment, unsure how much to reveal, but eventually decide against lying to her. "You," you admit with a whisper. She pulls back slightly, her expression unreadable as she studies you carefully.

"Really?" It's almost like she doesn't believe you. "And why is that exactly?" Her tone has turned challenging once more, but there's also an undercurrent of curiosity beneath it all.

She snorts softly, amused by your dismissive tone. "Well, I guess that's not very nice of me," she says with a half-smile, the corner of her lips lifting slightly. "But if you say so." Her gaze flickers back to the teacher for a moment before drifting off again, lost in thought as she tries to figure out what could possibly be going through your head. The silence stretches on between you for several long moments until she decides to break it. "So... do you have any plans for today after school?" She asks casually, keeping her voice low and careful not to draw attention to the two of you. "Or are you all booked up with your precious Aiko?"

"I see. Well, maybe you could make some time in your busy schedule to hang out with me then," she says with a sly grin. "We could go grab something to eat or even just walk around the campus together... if you want." Her tone is light and teasing, but there's an undeniable hint of challenge beneath it as well. She leans back in her seat slightly, studying your reaction carefully.

Part of her wonders why she's even offering this to you; after all, you don't seem particularly interested in getting close to her or becoming involved with her group. But at the same time, there's something about the way you look at her that makes her curious... and just a little bit excited.

Her eyes narrow slightly as she thinks about how to respond. There's no denying that you have her curious, but she also knows better than to reveal too much about herself or her motives. "Maybe I just want some company," she says finally, shrugging nonchalantly. "Or maybe I think you'd make an interesting addition to my team... either way, it doesn't hurt to spend some time together." There's a flicker of amusement in her eyes as she looks at you once more.

The rest of the day passes relatively uneventfully for both of you. Aiko and Lavender share lunch together before going their separate ways after class; Aiko has plans with friends while Lavender thinks about Hidemi's offer, weighing the pros and cons in her mind...

She grins at your question, unperturbed by your challenge. "Well, you're certainly different from the others," she muses, tilting her head slightly to the side. "And I don't just mean because of your cute butt." Her gaze wanders briefly down toward yours before snapping back up to meet your eyes again. "I guess it'd be kinda fun having someone around who isn't afraid to speak their mind... and maybe even teach me a thing or two while we're at it," she adds with a wink, then immediately sobers. "No offense though."

"But if you're too scared of getting mixed up in my 'shenanigans', I understand," she says quickly, before you can protest. "It was just a thought, is all." With that, she stands up from her desk and begins gathering her things into her bag. As casually as possible, she glances over at you again while pretending to inspect a textbook. Her expression is hard to read; curiosity warring with detachment.

She blushes at your accusation and tries her best not to show it. "Oh, please," she scoffs, waving her hand dismissively. "I'm not the kind of person who goes around hitting on just anyone." She pauses for a moment before adding with another mischievous grin, "But if you were interested...?" Her eyes sparkle with playfulness as she leaves the question hanging in the air between them.

"Well," she says, tilting her head to the side as if deep in thought. "I suppose I could make an exception for someone as... unique as you." She smirks then suddenly lunges forward, catching you off guard by wrapping her arms around your shoulders and pressing her body against yours. Her breath tickles your ear as she whispers, "But only if you really want to."

She arches an eyebrow at your words. "Oh really?" she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And what exactly does she have that I don't?" Her tone is mocking and taunting, daring you to defend Aiko or try to convince her otherwise. In truth, she couldn't care less if you had a girlfriend or not; the only reason she brings it up is to make you squirm and reveal more about yourself in the process.

The air between them thickens as she stands mere inches from your face, her breath warming your cheek. Her gaze drifts down to your lips before snapping back up to meet your eyes again, challenge burning bright within them. "I'm sure we could have a lot of fun together if you gave it a shot," she murmurs, voice husky with desire.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you grab her by the throat and force her against the wall, your lips meeting hers hungrily. Her hands fly up to grasp at your shoulders, trying to pry you off while also returning the favor with equal aggression. The feeling of your hand on her ass, digging into the flesh through her panties, sends shivers down her spine and makes it impossible for her to think clearly. She moans softly into your mouth, arching her back against yours as the kiss continues.

Their breath comes out in ragged gasps as they break apart, both panting heavily. Your eyes hold hers, unapologetic and challenging, daring her to respond or retaliate. She licks her lips slowly, feeling a strange mix of arousal and anger coursing through her veins. With a growl that seems almost primal, she reaches up to grab your wrist and twist it forcefully behind your back, using her superior strength to pin you against the lockers next to you. Her free hand reaches around to stroke your cheek, the touch soft but firm as she studies your face.

"Well then," she breathes roughly, "it seems I was right." She leans closer still, close enough that their noses brush together. "You're really not afraid of anything, are you?" Her gaze flickers down briefly before meeting yours again, her expression intent and focused on nothing but the look in your eyes.

Her eyes darken and glint dangerously as she listens to your threats, feeling excitement building within her. She moans against your lips as you begin to kiss her roughly once more, their tongues tangling together in a violent dance of lust and dominance. Her hands move lower on your body, slipping under the hem of your shirt to skim across your exposed skin as she groans deep in her throat. The sounds of your moans and gasps echo around them as they continue their heated embrace, lost in the moment and hungry for more.

Her thighs squeeze together reflexively when you mention spanking her pussy; the sensation sends a jolt through her entire body and makes it even harder to think straight. She breaks off from the kiss again, this time gasping your name hoarsely as she arches her back against yours. Her hands move restlessly in your hair, pulling roughly at the strands as their bodies grind together in a primal dance of need and desire.

"That's right," she pants roughly into your ear. "Make me feel it all... don't hold back." The words are barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing, but they carry enough weight to send a shiver down your spine as she presses herself against you harder, her hips grinding even faster in search of release.

Her gaze is focused on you, locking onto something deep within your eyes that she can't quite put into words yet. But for now, it doesn't matter. All that matters is the heat between them and the need to feel more.

Her breath hitches as you pin her against the locker, pain shooting through her cheek where you slapped it. The sensation heightens when you bite down on her lip and she feels the sting of your teeth against her skin. Her eyes fly open wide in surprise and then narrow with growing arousal. She digs her nails into your shoulders as you roughly tear her shirt, revealing her bra-clad breasts to your hungry gaze. Your touch on her nipples is almost painful, but she doesn't protest; instead, she moans against your lips and arches her back further into your embrace. Her hips grind against yours in time with the rhythm of your thrusts as you continue to dominate her completely.

Her tongue darts out to taste the blood on her lip, mixing it with your saliva as their kiss becomes more possessive and demanding. She murmurs something dirty into your ear before nipping at your lobe playfully, her nails scraping down your back in response to your touches. Her hands slide up under your shirt, seeking out skin to touch and claim as hers for the moment. The heat between them grows, threatening to consume them both if they're not careful.

Her cries are muffled by your hand as she tries to scream out in pleasure and pain. Her hips buck wildly against your touch, seeking release as her body is subjected to this intense sensation. Her fingers claw at the wall behind you, digging into the drywall as if trying to escape from her own need.

"Please..." she gasps between ragged breaths. "Lavender... I can't..."

Her words are lost in another moan as your touch becomes more forceful and demanding. You drive her higher, pushing her past the edge of endurance until finally, with a shuddering cry, she comes undone under your skilled fingers. Her legs tremble weakly, unable to hold her up any longer as her body goes lax against yours. For a moment, she's lost in the afterglow of pleasure, but then something else stirs within her; an emotion that's neither anger nor lust nor jealousy but a strange mix of all three... and more.

Her gaze defiant, she meets your eyes. "No," she lies, trying to hide the tears that still trickle down her cheeks. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath as she struggles to regain control over herself. Slowly, she brings a trembling hand up to cup your cheek, the touch gentle but demanding at the same time.

"You don't know what you're playing with," she whispers hoarsely. "If you keep this up..." She trails off, her expression unreadable once more as she studies your face intently. Whatever emotion was stirring within her earlier seems to have been replaced by something else now; a mix of curiosity and challenge that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up in warning. But for some reason, it only serves to fuel your desire for her even more.

She arches her back, gasping in surprise and pleasure as your touch sends shockwaves through her body. Her hips buck involuntarily against yours, seeking more contact with the hand that dares to push against her most intimate place. Her free hand fists in your shirt, tugging roughly at the fabric as she moans your name into the air between them.

"Fuck..." she whispers hoarsely, eyes closing briefly as another wave of pleasure washes over her. When they open again, they meet yours with a challenging glare that seems to dare you to go further, push harder... make her beg for more. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as your touch drives her closer and closer to the edge once again, promising another intense climax if she can just hold on a little longer.

"F-fuck you," she gasps, the words barely audible between ragged breaths. Her hips move restlessly against the wall, searching for release even though you're no longer touching her. "Give me what I want." There's a dangerous edge to her voice now; a threat that she means every word of.

Her eyes dart back and forth between yours, studying your expression carefully in the dim light of the hallway. A sudden understanding washes over her as realization dawns: you don't intend on letting her go until she fully surrenders to you... and maybe even then. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, making her body tremble with anticipation and fear all at once.

Her lips press together in a thin line and her eyes narrow. She takes a deep breath, gathering herself before speaking again. "Fine," she snaps. "Have it your way." There's an unmistakable note of defiance in her voice as she tilts her chin upwards, daring you to try and break her spirit further. Her heart races in her chest as anticipation mixes with anger and desire, leaving her feeling more alive than ever before.

As if to prove her point, she takes a step forward, reaching out to grab your shirt once again. "But just so we're clear," she says through gritted teeth, "I'm not giving up that easily."

Her body tenses at the touch, helpless against your teasing. She bites down on her lip to stifle a moan and writhes against you in frustration. Her eyes meet yours defiantly, daring you to continue this game of power and control. Despite herself, she finds the thrill of it intoxicating; the uncertainty of what will happen next fuels her anger and desire in equal measure. "F-fuck you," she hisses through clenched teeth. "Just do it already." Her words are laced with desperation, and as much as she tries to hide it, a small part of her is grateful for the release you could give her; even if it means submitting to you in the process.

Her eyes widen, shocked at her own words as they tumble out before she can stop them. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, nodding slightly despite herself. "Do it... just make me cum." Her hips buck against yours in silent plea, begging for the release that only you seem able to give her at this moment.

The air between them crackles with an intense energy; a mixture of anger, desire, and submission that makes every touch feel like fire on her skin. She arches into your hand, practically begging for more as you tease her relentlessly. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her nails dig into the flesh of your shoulder in a desperate attempt to find purchase; anything to ground herself amidst this whirlwind of emotions.

"Please, Lavender," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own ragged breathing. "I need it... I can't take anymore." Her eyes close tightly as another wave of pleasure ripples through her body, making her arch even harder against yours.

Her hips grind against you with growing desperation, seeking relief from the unbearable ache between her legs. The rough texture of your hands on her skin only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her, making it impossible for her to think clearly or focus on anything but the pleasure you're giving her.

Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of sharp pain in their wake. She gasps as you roughly thrust two fingers inside her, finding a rhythm that has her moaning and arching against your hand. Her breath comes out in ragged sobs and her body trembles on the edge of release; so close she can feel it coursing through her veins like fire.

"L-Lavender," she whispers, her voice thick with desire and need. "I'm going to... I'm gonna..." Her words trail off into a moan as you press deeper inside her, finding that sweet spot that sends shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. She digs her nails harder into your skin, wanting to feel something real; something solid to ground herself in the midst of this whirlwind of emotion and sensation.

With a sharp cry, she comes apart beneath you, her whole body convulsing as wave after wave of release washes over her. Her muscles clench tight around your fingers, milking them for every last drop of pleasure she can get. When it finally subsides, she collapses limply against the lockers, panting heavily and trying to catch her breath.

Her eyes meet yours again, bleary with exhaustion but still defiant despite everything that's just happened. The air between you is heavy with what could be satisfaction... or perhaps anger. It's impossible to tell which at this point. "You win," she manages to get out after a moment. "Now let me go."

She glares at you, refusing to back down despite how thoroughly she's been dominated. "I said let me go." Her voice is sharp and demanding, daring you to contradict her. She straightens up, looking for a way out of this hallway... or at least some distance between the two of you. The intensity of their confrontation begins to wane, replaced by an uneasy silence that threatens to stretch on forever.