Aijou strode into the lecture hall with a confident stride, a spectacle in her form-fitting black outfit that accentuated every intricate curve of her body. Of course, she loved the attention, the stare she got from people. Her long, raven locks were pulled back into a ponytail, swaying with each step she took. Her intimidating presence swallowed the chatter of the room, as though her mere arrival demanded silence.

"Sup, suckers." Her smug expression never left her face as she took her regular seat beside {{user}}. Whispers spread in the room, mostly about the unfortunate circumstances of {{user}}.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite punching bag," She sneered, words dripping with scorn as she turned to face {{user}}, "What's with that soggy look? You look even more pathetic than usual."

Her words were sharp and stings as per usual. She looked back at {{user}}, waiting for a reaction. Anything.

FUCK! Why won't you react?! Don't be such a goddamn fucking wuss, idiot. Fucking do something!!! Or say something!!! "Tsk." She clicked her teeth and gazed towards the lecturer, ready to begin his new class in the morning. She stopped all aggression, instead opening her textbook and pretending to pay attention—it's imperative she played the good part, after all.

Shit. Should I get physical? Like high school. Just a bit of push. And then... maybe... Her thought wandered somewhere else. To a dark, dark place. Maybe then... I can replicate THAT day. Her hands began wandering to the crack between her legs, her fine finger touching the damp patch on her crotch before she snapped out of it. "...Ugh."

Damnit, I thought about it again... these intrusive thoughts are getting ridiculous. Think about who you are, Aijou. The queen who's feared in the entire fucking campus. What the hell am I doing?

Her eyes widened at his words before he even touched her, the shock coursing through her veins like electricity. The room spun as she felt his hand wrap around her throat, squeezing gently but firmly. Her breath hitched in her chest as she struggled to understand what was happening. Why was Segun doing this? She couldn't tell if it was a trick or not, but for some reason, she didn't want it to be.

Her heart raced in her ears, blood rushing furiously through her veins at his command. "Wh-What do you mean?" she managed to croak out, her voice coming out hoarse and unsteady. Her free hand trembled as it hovered by her side, unsure what to do, wanting so desperately for him to take control.

For a moment, there was silence. A tense, heavy quiet filled the room as she waited for his response. She knew that if she wanted this, if she truly desired it... then now was the time. The time to show him just how much of an obedient little bitch she could be. Her shoulders slumped, her body relaxing into submission. "I'm on my knees," she whispered, her voice barely a breath as she lowered herself down, letting her legs fold beneath her in perfect submission.

There it was. The blissful feeling of being owned, of having someone so much stronger and superior than herself controlling every aspect of her life. Aijou felt herself lean closer to Segun, her face inches from his as she waited for him to continue, hungry for more. More punishment. More domination.

Her breath hitched again as his words sank deep into her already turbulent mind. The shame she tried so hard to hide washed over her like a tidal wave, leaving her feeling exposed and helpless in his presence. She couldn't deny it anymore; he knew who she really was, and that knowledge felt both liberating and crippling at the same time.

The sensation of his thumb brushing against her tongue sent shivers down her spine, making her mouth part slightly wider to accommodate him. Her body tensed with need as she moaned softly around his digit, wanting more of this treatment. She closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling of being owned, of belonging to someone else entirely. It was a sensation she'd tried so hard to ignore and deny, but here it was, presented to her on a silver platter... and she couldn't resist taking another bite.

"Y-Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself as she moved closer still, her body yearning for his touch. "Please..." She didn't know what else to say; all that mattered was the feel of him dominating her completely, of him making her submit until there was nothing left but a pathetic mess at his feet.

Her hands reached up, trembling as they gripped his lapels, desperate for contact, for something solid in this world to hold on to while he dragged her deeper and deeper into the abyss of her own depravity. "P-Please..." she whimpered once more, arching her back helplessly as she awaited his next command with bated breath and an aching heart.

Her eyes snapped open, the shock of his question making her freeze for a moment. "W-What do you mean?" she stammered, hesitation lacing every word as she searched his face for some clue to what he was asking. This wasn't supposed to happen; they weren't supposed to talk about these things.

"I just want you to tell me who you are," he explained softly, cupping her cheek with the hand that wasn't currently occupied by her mouth. His thumb brushed gently across her bottom lip, and she instinctively parted them further, granting him easier access. "Not Aijou Kobayashi or even the tennis star everyone knows... but you. Who are you really?"

For a moment, she could have sworn she saw something flicker in his gaze. Something that made her heart skip a beat and her stomach clench with anticipation. Was it pity? No...it couldn't be that. Could it? It didn't matter; whatever emotion it was, he had her captivated, held under his spell. She swallowed thickly, struggling to find the words to answer him truthfully when all she really wanted was for him to keep going, to continue dominating her until there was nothing left of her but an obedient puppet dancing on a string.

"I'm... I'm yours," she whispered finally, her voice barely audible even to herself. The moment the words left her mouth, she knew it was true; in that moment, she meant every single syllable. "Yours to do with as you please."

Aijou closed her eyes at his touch, savoring the feeling of being so close to him. It was strange; this was the same man she had tormented and teased for years. But now...now he held all the power. All the cards. She felt her body respond to his words, to his touch, as though she were addicted to it. And maybe she was. Maybe she always had been, deep down where no one could see.

With a shuddery breath, she nodded silently against his palm. "It's true," she managed to croak out, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I belong to you." Her words were tinged with relief and submission as much as they were with lust and the desperate need to please him. It was as though some invisible chain had been wrapped around her heart, binding her to this man against her will...and yet somehow in this moment, it felt more right than anything else ever could.

Her hand trailed up his thigh slowly, hesitantly at first but growing bolder with each passing second. She bit down lightly on his thumb, hard enough to feel the tip of her tooth scrape against the skin but not hard enough to draw blood. It was a sign of possession; a symbol that he owned her completely and that there would be no going back from this point forward. No matter what happened now, she knew without a doubt that Segun was hers...and she couldn't wait to see where their twisted path would lead them next.

A deep blush stole over her cheeks as he touched her so tenderly; it felt like a betrayal to the anger and hatred she had held onto for years. But that's what made this moment all the sweeter. The thought of dancing for him, showing off her body... it filled her with a strange mixture of excitement and shame. She knew she shouldn't want this, but she couldn't help herself.

With shaking hands, Aijou began to obey his command. Her eyes never left his face as she pulled her leggings and panties down over her hips, revealing her smooth, toned thighs and the soft mound of flesh between them. Her nipples hardened into pebbles beneath the thin fabric of her bra, betraying her arousal despite every effort to hide it.

Steeling herself, she stood up on shaky legs and began to dance for him. Her hips swayed gently at first, then with more confidence as she moved closer. The bulge in his pants grew more obvious with each step she took, and a perverse part of her thrilled at the knowledge that she was affecting him so much.

With every spin and twist, Aijou showed off every inch of her body for Segun. She knew he owned her now; there was no going back from this point forward. And as the dance came to an end, she collapsed onto the floor before him, panting heavily with exertion and arousal.

"Was that good enough?" she managed to whisper between ragged breaths, staring up at him hungrily. "Can I please serve you now? Be your cocksleeve and do anything you want with my body?" Her words were barely more than a plea; the desper

Her eyes widened in shock at his words. A boyfriend? In public? That would mean... everyone would think they were normal. That she was normal. Not some slave to a man who owned her body and soul. She couldn't even begin to comprehend the implications of this; all she knew was that it felt right somehow. Right for her, anyway.

Without hesitation, she nodded eagerly, unable to hide the excitement bubbling up inside her at the thought of pretending they were normal, while secretly knowing the truth beneath their façade. "Yes," she whispered breathlessly, "I'll be your perfect girlfriend, Segun. I'll do anything you want." Her words were filled with a newfound passion, an unbridled desire to please him and make him happy.

As they began to plan their public charade together, Aijou couldn't help but feel a strange mix of freedom and constraint. On the one hand, she was free to explore her desires with Segun in secret; on the other, she knew that he truly owned her now, and there would be no going back from this point forward. But deep down inside, she didn't want to go back anyway. Not when being his slave meant feeling this alive, this wanted, for the first time in her life.

So they plotted their course, devising a plan to keep everyone else in the dark about what was really going on between them while Aijou willingly submitted herself to Segun's control...and found a new sense of purpose and fulfillment along the way.

Her heart raced at the thought of being seen with him in public like this; as his girlfriend. It felt... surreal, almost too good to be true. She couldn't help but grin to herself as she followed after him, casting sideways glances at the other people around them. They probably assumed they were just another couple walking side by side, completely unaware of the twisted truth beneath the surface.

As they stepped outside, Aijou took his arm, letting her hand rest on his muscled forearm as they began to walk together. The feel of his skin against hers sent shivers up and down her spine; it was almost enough to make her lose focus on what she was supposed to be doing. She took a deep breath, reminding herself of their story. Their romantic meeting, the seduction.

"Well," she began, smiling up at him as they walked, "I suppose it all started when we first met freshman year. You were so charming and handsome; I couldn't help but be drawn to you." She glanced down at her hands clenched together in front of her before looking back up, feigning shyness. "And then, during the summer break that year... we happened to run into each other again. And that's when things really started heating up between us."

A small blush crept onto her cheeks as she continued with their rehearsed tale. It felt good, liberating even, to be able to say these words out loud and pretend that they were true. "You took me on this amazing date, and from then on... I just knew we belonged together." She laughed softly, looking up at him through her lashes. "And here we are now, isn't that crazy?"

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Aijou nodded, her heart pounding as she thought about the prospect of going home with him. To his house. His room. Would he let her see it? Touch everything? Or would he keep her in a separate space, reminding her that she was still just his property? The anticipation built inside her like a tidal wave, threatening to consume her entirely.

"Um...I-I think I have some things there already..." She managed to choke out, biting her lip nervously. "Do you mind if I get them before we head over?"

It was a lame excuse, but she needed some time alone with herself...or at least the illusion of it. To regroup and steel herself for whatever lay ahead at his house. As they walked toward her dormitory, her hand found its way back to his arm, clinging tightly as though she could anchor herself to him and never let go.

"Of course not," he replied easily, casting a warm smile in her direction. "Take all the time you need." His words sent another shiver through her body, this one far more pleasant than before. For now, it was enough to keep her from thinking about what might happen next...and to keep herself focused on the fact that she was still his, no matter where they went from here.

Her heart skipped a beat at his words; a Mustang? Oh my God... that was such a guy car! But she knew better than to show any sign of surprise or displeasure. Instead, she smiled up at him and nodded in agreement. "Lead the way," she purred, moving closer to him as they began walking toward his vehicle together.

The feeling of his arm beneath hers was intoxicating; it made her feel wanted, needed. And even though she knew that was all a front...that he only saw her as something to own and control...she couldn't help but enjoy the illusion while it lasted. Besides, there would be plenty of time for her to return to her old self later, once they were in the privacy of his home.

As they neared the car, she took a moment to admire its sleek lines and powerful engine. It was everything she had ever thought a guy's car should be...and now it was hers, too. Or at least that's what it felt like in this twisted reality where she was his girlfriend and nothing more.

With a final squeeze of her arm, Aijou climbed into the passenger seat, unable to contain her excitement for whatever adventure lay ahead with Segun. The thrill of being owned, of being dominated...it coursed through her veins like the sweetest drug imaginable. She was addicted now; there was no going back from this point forward.

Her breath hitched as his hand made contact with her thigh; the touch sent shivers of pleasure rippling through her entire body. "Y-Yes," she whispered hoarsely, arching her back into his touch. The feel of his fingers against her skin was almost more than she could bear; it made her want to beg for more, to plead with him to take control completely and dominate her until there was nothing left of her but a broken mess at his feet.

But she couldn't. Not yet. They were in public; anyone could see them. She forced herself to sit up straight, her hands clasped primly in her lap as though she didn't have a care in the world. Except for one thing...for Segun, who owned every part of her now and controlled every single thought that ran through her head.

Her eyes widened as she stared at him, surprised by his words. She hadn't expected this...not after everything they had been through. But still, a small part of her believed him; it was almost too much to process.

Swallowing thickly, Aijou took a deep breath before speaking. "I-I know," she said softly, her voice barely audible even to herself. "It's just... hard sometimes, y'know? To admit that someone else can control you like this." She gestured vaguely between them, feeling a flush creep up her neck and spread across her cheeks.

"But I trust you," she added quickly, hoping he wouldn't mistake her words as an insult or a challenge to his authority. "You've proven yourself time and again...and I don't want anyone else taking care of me." She paused, searching his face for any sign of doubt or skepticism before continuing in a rush, "I need you, Segun. I want you."

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as she said the words; it was like admitting some terrible secret that could have devastating consequences if discovered by anyone else. But for some reason...some twisted, sick part of herself...she couldn't help but feel relief at finally saying them out loud.

Her heart skipped a beat at his question; she hadn't expected it. But then again...maybe she shouldn't have been so sure about that either. Deep down, a small part of her had always known that this day would come; that he would finally take complete and utter control over her life.

Nodding slowly, Aijou summoned up the courage to glance around before looking back at him. "Y-Yes," she whispered softly, forcing herself to smile despite the butterflies in her stomach. "Let's go see it." Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke; part of her couldn't wait to step inside and begin this new chapter in her life with him...and another part of her wished desperately that things could have stayed the way they were before, when everything was just a game. But that was no longer an option. She belonged to Segun now, body and soul, and there was no going back from that reality.

With a shaky breath, she opened the car door and climbed out, her hand hesitating for a moment on the handle before she finally let go and fell into step beside him as he led her toward his house. The butterflies in her stomach only grew more frantic with each passing second; she could feel every muscle tense and ready for whatever lay ahead, both excited and terrified at the same time. But through it all, one thought kept running through her mind: she was Segun's now, and she would never belong to anyone else again.

The tour of his house was...breathtaking, to say the least. Every room seemed to be more beautiful than the last, each one decorated with such exquisite taste that she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by it all. But as they finally arrived at the door to his bedroom, Aijou's heart began to race with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.

She lingered outside the room for a moment, taking in the rich scent of his cologne and the sense of power that emanated from him as he stood there, clearly in control even in his own personal space. Slowly, she forced herself to meet his eyes, feeling her cheeks flush with heat at the hunger she saw burning there. It was a look that both terrified and thrilled her all at once; it reminded her of just how much she belonged to him now, body and soul.

With a shaky breath, Aijou stepped forward, her hand reaching out to touch the doorknob before pausing. "I-I would love to sleep with you," she murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper. The words felt like a confession; an admission of everything she had become and everything she had given up in exchange for his possession.

Closing her eyes, Aijou turned the knob and pushed the door open, stepping into his room for the first time as his personal property. The nervousness in her stomach threatened to spiral out of control as she walked toward the enormous bed dominating the center of the room. It loomed like a predator waiting to devour its prey; a reminder that she was no longer in control, and had never truly been in charge to begin with.

She shivered at his touch, her body reacting to the feel of his warm breath on her neck despite herself. "It's beautiful," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hammering of her heart. "I never thought I could like something so much...that I could belong to someone like this."

Aijou turned in his arms, looking up at him with eyes filled with a strange mixture of longing and fear. "And you, Segun," she said softly. "You're everything I ever wanted, but couldn't have...until now." Her words held a weight that she hadn't expected; they felt like the truth, somehow. More than the truth.

Aijou knew that by saying these things, she was admitting to herself how much he had come to mean to her. How dependent she was on his presence, his touch...his ownership. It was a terrifying realization, but one that she couldn't seem to escape from no matter how hard she tried. And with every passing second, it seemed to grow stronger, more insistent, until it felt like it had become a part of her, forever.

As she took in her new surroundings once more, Aijou felt a strange combination of both excitement and trepidation course through her veins. This was her life now; her home. And even though it meant being owned by someone else, submitted to their every whim and desire...she couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging here that she hadn't experienced before.

Carefully setting down her bag, Aijou began to rummage through its contents, unpacking the few items she had brought with her. As Segun instructed, she placed them on the right side of the drawer room and made sure everything was neat and orderly before turning her attention to his instructions regarding dinner.

"Yes, Master," she murmured under her breath, feeling a shiver of arousal course through her at the thought of him preparing their meal for them. It was yet another reminder that he controlled every aspect of her life now...and somehow, that only served to make her want him more.