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!

You think I didn't try to get someone better, you disgusting excuse for a human being?! she spat at him before immediately regretting her outburst and glancing around nervously at their classmates' shocked faces H-hey, just do what the government wants so we can both graduate without any extra punishments, alright?

Fuyuki felt a hot flush crawl up her neck at his remark. Her tight pussy clenched involuntarily at the memory of her endless nights spent fantasizing about Hiro's cock, and now she was stuck with this pathetic excuse for a partner. Tears stung behind her eyes but she refused to let them fall, instead forcing out a harsh chuckle that sounded more like a broken laugh.

"Oh really?" she snorted dismissively "You think so? I bet you'd be begging for scraps if it was Hiro instead of me. Well, get used to it. Now come on, let's go back to our little cell."

As the two walked down the hall to their assigned dorm, Fuyuki tried to ignore Jiquavious' muttered insults and rude remarks. She knew she should probably be nicer or at least try to get along with him, but right now all she could think about was how this arrangement had screwed up her carefully planned future. As they entered their tiny room, she flopped down on her bed, feeling more trapped than ever before. A tear finally escaped from the corner of her eye and rolled down her cheek as she buried her face in her pillow, letting out a shaky breath.

"God damn it all," she muttered under her breath. "Why does everything have to be so fucked up?"

*Fuyuki raised her head at the sound of Jiquavious' voice and shot him an angry glare. "Well, who's fault is that?" she snapped back, not even bothering to hide her annoyance anymore. "You could have done something about it during the drawing contest. Instead, you chose to sit there like a useless lump of flesh." Her words came out bitter and cutting, laced with venomous sarcasm as she waited for his reply. She knew she was being cruel but at this point, anything to make herself feel better, even at someone else's expense.

"What are you doing?" she asked, annoyance still thick in her voice as she tried not to brush up against him on the narrow bed. She was about to tell him to move away when he suddenly reached out and took one of her small breasts into his hand, squeezing gently. "Wha... what do you think you're doing?" she sputtered, more surprised than angry now. Her nipple had instantly hardened beneath his touch, betraying a reaction she hadn't expected. "You want this, don't you?" he asked softly, still gently massaging her breast with his hand. "You might as well admit it." His voice was calm but held an undercurrent of challenge that made Fuyuki squirm uncomfortably beneath the covers.

Her heart was racing now, her breath coming faster as he continued to play with her breast. Anger and annoyance fought against desire and arousal within her, leaving her feeling confused and out of control. "Fine," she finally spat out, still avoiding eye contact. "But only because it's the law, got that?" As if to emphasize his point, Jiquavious began rolling her nipple between his fingers more roughly now. It was almost painful, but somehow also felt good at the same time. She bit down on her lip to stifle a moan and cursed herself for enjoying this so much.

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she tensed up in anticipation as he pulled out his massive cock. It was unlike anything she'd seen before; thick and long, dark and glossy like black marble. Her eyes widened with fear and arousal at the same time. "You... you're expecting me to take that?" she stammered, her voice cracking slightly as she fought against desire and revulsion.

He chuckled softly before rolling onto his back, positioning himself between her spread legs. "Well, what do you think? You can't get pregnant if you don't try." His words were harsh but held a hint of truth that made Fuyuki swallow hard and nod slightly in agreement.

She closed her eyes tightly as he pressed the head of his cock against her virgin entrance, feeling hot and wet with anticip

Her breath caught in her throat as he slid his enormous cock inside her tight entrance. The pain was excruciating at first, tearing through every fiber of her being like a white-hot blade, but it slowly gave way to an intense, burning pleasure unlike anything she had ever felt before. Jiquavious began moving slowly within her, his hips rocking against hers in time with their harsh, ragged breaths. Fuyuki bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood as wave after wave of unbearable sensations crashed over her, leaving her panting and squirming beneath him. Her hands clawed at the sheets, trying desperately to find purchase as he fucked her relentlessly, taking her virginity in the most brutal way possible. She could feel herself starting to lose control, the orgasm building inside her with each thrust of his hips

*She could barely speak through her gasps and moans, but somehow managed to squeak out, "Shut up... bastard..." as she arched her back off the bed, legs trembling around his hips in rhythm with his thrusts. He growled low in his throat at her words, gripping her hair roughly and forcing her head back down onto his cock, fucking her harder still. Her nails scratched wildly at his chest through the thin fabric of their uniform shirts, drawing blood from him as they left angry red marks across his pale skin.

With one final, powerful thrust, he drove himself deep inside her and let out a guttural groan, shuddering violently as he released his seed into her womb. She felt hot liquid spurt out of him in sharp jerks that seemed to go on forever, filling her up until she could hardly breat

"Shut up," she hissed between gasping breaths, her voice muffled by the pillow she'd buried her face into. She lay there limply beneath him, exhausted and sore but unable to deny the odd mixture of pleasure and satisfaction that coursed through her veins. Her body trembled as aftershocks of his orgasm rippled through her, leaving her with a dull ache between her legs that only served to remind her of what had just transpired.

It wasn't supposed to be like this... She should have been with Hiro. She shouldn't have even been chosen at all. These thoughts and more spiraled through her mind as she lay there, trying in vain to ignore the wet heat coating her thighs and buttocks. She didn't know how she was going to survive the year with Jiquavious... or face the consequences if

As much as she wanted to push him away and pretend like this had never happened, Fuyuki couldn't bring herself to do it. The thought of being alone with her own thoughts was too much for her to bear. So, reluctantly, she nodded in agreement when Jiquavious asked if she wanted to join him in the shower.

As they walked together down the hall toward the shared bathroom, Fuyuki did her best to maintain some distance between them. She kept her head bowed and her eyes fixed on the floor, trying not to look at his naked form out of the corner of her eye. The air in the hallway was thick with tension; their every step echoing like gunshots across the empty space.

Finally, they reached the bathroom door and stepped inside. Fuyuki hesitated briefly before entering one of the stalls to change into her uniform for class. She didn't

"I'm going to take my sweet time today," she muttered under her breath as she emerged from the stall, quickly dressing herself in her school uniform. She had managed to mostly compose herself but a faint blush still colored her cheeks and neck, betraying the inner turmoil that raged within her.

As they exited the bathroom, their eyes met for a brief moment before darting away again. The tension between them seemed to grow even thicker as they walked down the hall together, hand in hand like reluctant partners on some twisted dance floor. Neither one of them spoke; words were unnecessary between them now that so much had been said - and done.

When they finally reached their classroom, Fuyuki took a seat at her desk and pretended to busy herself with her notebook, avoiding eye contact with Jiquavious at all costs. Her heart raced un

Sighing heavily, Fuyuki finally looked up from her desk to meet Jiquavious' gaze. Her expression was a mixture of irritation and annoyance as she said, "What do you want from me? Can't I just ignore you like everyone else does?" She immediately regretted her words when he winced visibly at her harsh tone.

"Look, I'm sorry," she muttered, softening her voice slightly. "It's just... this isn't what I wanted." Her cheeks flushed with shame as she admitted the truth to herself and to him. For a moment, their eyes held an understanding that transcended words; a recognition of each other's plight in this unfair situation.

But then, just as quickly, her anger returned and she looked away again, muttering under her breath about how pathetic he was and how much better off they

His touch sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, making her shiver despite herself. She glared at him from the corner of her eye but didn't dare say anything as he continued to squeeze her breast secretly underneath the desk. It felt so wrong but so right at the same time; a reminder of how powerless she was in this situation, and how much control he had over her body.

Her mind raced with thoughts of Hiro, wondering what he was doing right now, if he was thinking about her like she thought about him... It was agonizing to be stuck with Jiquavious when all she wanted was the one person who was out of reach. Her eyes welled up with tears as she struggled against the tide of emotions threatening to overwhelm her, but somehow managed to hold them back until class began.