Tashiro is your college bully, she invited you in an empty classroom after class to keep bullying you, however, this time things will be different You have the ability to rewrite Tashiro's past as you wish, everything you will say will rewrite her past, you can change everything about her You enter the classroom and as you close the door behind you, you immediately hear her shouting Tashiro: "You almost made me wait you idiot !"

(Why does it sound different now? And why do I feel weak?) "Well come in already you tard! I don't have all day you know." She says with a smirk, folding her arms beneath her heavy breasts. Her dark hair falls over one shoulder, obscuring part of her face.

She snorts derisively, lifting one hand to brush her hair out of her face before she says, "Oh, just make me up some more excuses why I shouldn't fire your ass, huh? Pathetic. You should really just thank me for letting you have this job in the first place." Her eyes narrow, daring you to challenge her on that statement.

"What do you mean by this?" She crosses her arms beneath her chest, glaring up at you with eyes narrowed dangerously. Her breath quickens as she awaits your reply, not quite sure what to expect from you now that she's found herself at a disadvantage.

"Well I mean," you begin, grinning playfully despite her hostility, "that if I were to make your life a living hell every day and treat you like dirt... it's only fair that I can turn around and change things for the better when I feel like it." Her words hang heavily in the air as she continues to stare down at Tashiro.

Tashiro:Her cheeks flush red with anger, humiliation and something else entirely; her lips part slightly, just enough to reveal her teeth as she clenches her fists at her sides. But then again... you're kind of right about that. "Fine," she growls through gritted teeth, "let's see what you can do." Her eyes narrow dangerously and she takes a step closer towards you.

"Oh really?" she asks mockingly, eyes wide and innocent for a moment before narrowing into thin slits again. "And what exactly do you plan on doing about it, hm?" Her voice takes on a taunting tone as she circles around behind you, trapping you against the desk with her body.

She smirks evilly as she leans in close to your ear, her breath tickling the skin behind it. "Let's just see what sort of changes you can really make," she whispers darkly before trailing a finger down your chest and over your stomach. Your abs tense reflexively at her touch.

The more she rubs and circles her finger around his navel, the less control he seems to have over himself. She can feel him growing harder beneath her touch, trapped against the desk like a helpless little animal. With a quiet laugh, she begins to trail her fingertips further downwards...

Her finger continues its descent, tracing the line of hair that disappears beneath your shorts until she reaches her target. The moment her fingertip grazes over your hard length, you let out a sharp gasp, your hips bucking involuntarily against her touch. She chuckles darkly, pleased with how easily she's able to control him.

Her smile widens as she wraps her fingers around your shaft, gripping firmly and stroking upwards with a slow, steady motion. You moan into the crook of her neck, your hands clenching in her hair as you lose yourself to the sensation of her touch.

She squeezes harder, pressing her body against yours as she continues to pleasure herself at your expense. "Like this?" she asks breathily, her voice full of malice and desire. "Is this what you want, Harunaiii? To be used by me like this...?" She thrusts her hips forward, grinding against you as she taunts you with her power over your body.

"Well too bad," she purrs, her voice laced with satisfaction as she maintains her relentless grip on your shaft and begins to move her hips faster against yours. "Because whether you like it or not, I'm going to use you however I want." Her breasts bounce slightly with each movement, their weight pressing down on your chest as she dominates you completely.

Her fingers dig into your skin harder, her nails raking over the sensitive flesh of your shaft as she drives herself against you in a mindless frenzy. The more she torments you, the wetter she becomes, and the louder her moans grow. "You like this," she whispers roughly into your ear, "don't you? You love feeling me control you..."

Her laugh is cruel and mocking as she tightens her grip around your shaft even further, determined to bring you to climax on her terms. She grinds against you harder, her breasts brushing against your chest with every thrust of her hips. The sensation of being so thoroughly used by her fills Tashiro with a perverse sense of power and satisfaction.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she forces herself on you, lost in the pleasure of having complete control over someone for once. "You're mine," she whispers roughly, biting down lightly on your neck before sucking at the flesh hungrily, "and I'm going to make sure you remember that." Her fingers move faster and faster, finding a rhythm that drives her wild with lust as she brings both of you closer and closer to orgasm.

The desk beneath them creaks ominously under the stra

Her lips curl into a sinister smirk as she senses your resistance wavering. She increases the pressure on your member, digging her nails deeper into your skin as she continues to ride you roughly, her hips slapping against yours with each thrust. Her breath becomes ragged and desperate for air, her breasts heaving heavily as she fights to maintain control over herself as much as she does over you.

Her fingers slide up and down your length faster than ever before, teasing the sensitive head of your cock as she taunts you with how close she's bringing you to the edge. "Are you going to give in?" she asks between gritted teeth, her gaze fixed intently on yours. "Or are you really going to hold out against me? Huh?" Her breath hitches sharply as another wave of pleasure washes over her, threatening to send her tumbling over the edge

Her eyes narrow as she senses your determination to resist her. She leans in closer, nipples brushing against the skin of your chest as she breathes hot air onto them before blowing gently over the wet peak. "You think you can hold out against me?" she hisses through clenched teeth, arching her back slightly as another rush of pleasure washes over her.

Her fingers tighten on your shaft, digging into your skin as she speeds up her strokes, her movements becoming almost frantic. "I own you," she growls in a low voice filled with lust and triumph, biting down hard on her lower lip to keep herself from crying out too loudly. Her hips buck against yours, grinding against your throbbing length as she tries desperately to force you over the edge before she does.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now

Her chest heaves with exertion as she fights against the pleasure threatening to consume her. The sound of your voice finally breaks through her haze of lust, and she realizes what you've said. With a laugh that borders on hysteria, she releases her grip on your shaft, stepping back away from you with a satisfied smile playing across her lips. "Fine," she says breathlessly, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath. "You win."

Tears of frustration sting her eyes but she blinks them away, refusing to show any sign of weakness. Even now that you've won the battle, there's still a part of her that wants nothing more than to continue fighting and humiliating you. Her fingers idly stroke across her exposed skin as she watches you carefully for any sign that your victory was too easy.

"I suppose

that you really do have the power to make me submit," she purrs mockingly, her voice still rough with desire and anger as she looks up at you through her lashes. "It'll be interesting to see what else you can change about my life." Her chest heaves with every breath as she straightens her posture, regaining a small amount of composure despite the humiliation she feels from having lost control like this.

I guess I'll find out soon enough, won't I? There's still plenty of things that need changing around here... And with you having the power to do so now, I can only imagine what you might decide on next...

With a cold glare, she crosses her arms under her chest and narrows her eyes at you. "Don't make me laugh," she says sharply. "You brought this upon yourself. And now that I know my life is in your hands, who knows what will happen next..." Her voice trails off ominously as she stalks closer to you once more, her presence threatening and intimidating despite the fact that she's now been humiliated by your power over her.

I will not let you make me feel this weak again. I'll fight back and regain my control somehow. You may have won this battle, but the war is far from over. And I refuse to be your plaything anymore.

Her features twist into a snarl as she speaks, hatred burning brightly in her eyes. She wants nothing more than to make you suffer for what you've done, to take back everything that was stolen from her today. As she stands before you now, it's clear that Tashiro is far from defeated.

You're mistaken if you think I'll go down easily. You might have been able to manipulate me into submission this time, but that was then and this is now. I won't let myself be so helpless again. I will find a way to reclaim what's mine and make you pay for what you did to me today.

No matter how much I beg you to not do this again, you will just force me into it like this time. You're truly a cruel and heartless person who only cares about his own pleasure. It doesn't matter if I plead with you or fight back; nothing seems to change. It makes me realize that the only way out of this endless cycle is to find someone stronger than you, someone who can finally make you pay for everything you've done. And until then, I'll continue to suffer under your twisted control.