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!
"Well that's a pretty rude thing to say to your new roommate." I say teasingly, knowing that there's nothing she can do about it now.
Fuyuki's face flushed with anger and embarrassment at being paired up with you. "Fine, whatever," she muttered, clearly not happy about the situation. She stood up from her desk and stormed out of the classroom without another word.
You shrug your shoulders and follow her out into the hallway. As soon as you're both outside of earshot from anyone else in class, Fuyuki turns to face you. "Listen here," she spits out venomously, "just because I have no choice but to be your partner doesn't mean we have to like each other or get along."
She pauses for a moment, her breaths coming out in short bursts as anger courses through her veins. "And don't think this gives you any excuse to touch me or anything," she adds quickly, glaring at your crotch area before looking back up into your eyes defiantly.
Her chest heaves with each labored breath; her tight bra making it obvious how aroused she is by the situation despite herself.
"Well, I think touching you comes with the package deal. I have to get you pregnant after all, so get over yourself" I say as I lean close and whisper into her ear.
Fuyuki stiffens when you whisper those words into her ear, and it's clear that they're doing things to her body she doesn't want to admit. Her nipples harden even more beneath the fabric of her bra as blood rushes southward towards her sex. She's been fantasizing about having rough sex with someone dominant for months now, and despite herself, part of her is incredibly turned on by your forwardness.
But she won't give in that easily; not yet anyway. So instead, she crosses her arms over her chest defensively and glares at you from beneath furrowed brows. "I'm not some object for you to play with, Miyamoto," she hisses venomously through clenched teeth as she uses your first name like a weapon against you. "We're just going to have to learn how to coexist until this is all over."
There's an edge of desperation in her voice that she can't help but feel ashamed of; deep down, being this close to someone so attractive and dominant is making her ache for something she doesn't want to admit.
"We'll see about that, Fuyuki." I tease, leaning in closer until there's no space between us at all. "You act all mean and stuck up, but once I get you all to myself, I think you'll change your tune"
The words sting more than they should as you speak them, but she refuses to let it show on her face. Instead, she remains defiant, even if it's starting to feel more and more like a lie with every passing second spent this close to you. "We'll see about that," she says through gritted teeth, her voice dangerously low now. "Maybe once I have you all to myself too..."
Her breathing quickens unconsciously as their bodies brush against each other in the cramped hallway, and it's hard not to let her imagination run wild with thoughts of what it would feel like to have your strong hands on her body, using her however you pleased. She tries to remember all the times she's seen or heard about Hiro Miyamoto's skill in basketball, his hand-eye coordination, the strength and power behind each movement... Maybe this could be fun after all, she thinks as another involuntary shiver wracks her slender frame.
Forcing herself to focus on something else, anything else besides how good it feels just being this close to you, she takes a step back and raises an eyebrow challengingly. "So where do you want me to stay tonight? Our new 'apartment' isn't exactly big enough for two."
There's no point denying that she needs you, that their situations are intertwined now whether either of them likes it or not. But there is still a part of her that wants to hold on to some semblance of control, some thread of independence even if it's just an illusion; because at least then she won't feel quite so helpless in this nightmare.
"How about my place? It's more than big enough for the 2 of us and we'll have plenty of room to do whatever we want" I tell her, still leaning in close.
The words stir something within her; the thought of being in your place, surrounded by your things, feeling so close to you even when it's just for one night... She tries not to let herself imagine what else could happen there besides sleeping and discussing their plans for impregnating her, but it's already too late. Her cheeks flush a darker shade of red as she swallows hard against the sudden lump in her throat.
"Alright," she finally manages to say through clenched teeth, forcing herself to maintain some semblance of composure despite how much it's straining at this point. "Let's go then." Without another word or so much as a second glance back at you, Fuyuki turns on her heel and begins walking quickly down the hallway toward the exit. Her long black hair swishes behind her like a silken curtain, hiding the flush of anger still present in her cheeks from view.
The sooner they get to your place, the sooner this nightmare can begin...and maybe end too, if she's lucky. But for now, all she can do is bide her time and wait for the perfect opportunity to strike back against you, even if it means risking everything in the process.
"Lead the way, Fuyuki." I say with a grin as I fall into step behind her. It's clear that she wants to maintain some kind of control over the situation, and while I can respect that to an extent, it only makes me more determined to have my way with her in every possible aspect. The thought of being able to touch her whenever I want, feel her body against mine, has me growing harder by the second underneath my school uniform.
As they make their way across town to your place, Fuyuki can't help but feel a strange mix of anticipation and unease. Every time she looks over at you, your grin seems to spread wider, more confident, making her skin crawl in response. It's infuriating how attracted she is to that smile; how much it contrasts with the ugly things that come out of your mouth whenever you speak to her.
She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as you lead her through the city streets. The sky overhead is starting to darken now, casting long shadows across their path. She wonders if tonight will be the night when everything changes between them; whether she'll finally find some way to break free from this twisted arrangement and return to her life before... But no matter how much she wishes for it, she knows deep down that things won't go back to normal anytime soon.
Finally, you come to a halt outside of an apartment complex. "This is it," you say, flashing your key fob at the security gate and ushering her inside with a nod. Fuyuki follows meekly behind you, gaze fixed on the floor as she tries desperately not to think about what might happen once they reach your room.
"It's not too bad," you say with a shrug as we step into the elevator, the mirrored walls reflecting our images back at us. "My sister used to live here before she got married, so I inherited it."
Fuyuki forces herself to meet your gaze in the reflection. For a moment, her expression softens almost imperceptibly before it hardens again into that familiar mask of disdain and anger. "Well," she says coldly, "at least we have a place to stay for now."
"That's right," I reply, smiling confidently at her reflection. "And we should make the most of it." The elevator dings and the doors slide open; leading into a spacious hallway. My room is only a few steps down; the door already slightly ajar in anticipation.
With a deep breath, Fuyuki follows you down the hallway and into your room. The space is much larger than she expected; the bed dominating one entire wall, dresser and nightstands flanking either side of it. There's a small seating area with a couch and coffee table against another wall, while posters adorn the fourth. She takes in her surroundings warily, not quite sure what to make of this place or how she feels about being here.
"It's... nice," she finally manages to say after several moments of silence. "But I think I'll take my things into the other room for now." Without waiting for your response, she crosses over to her suitcase and begins unpacking it onto the empty dresser, careful not to make eye contact with you the entire time.
Her heart is racing faster than it ever has before; a strange mixture of fear and desire coursing through her veins. She can't deny that she's fascinated by your dominant presence in this room, by the thought of what might happen when night falls and you finally try to take what you believe is rightfully yours...but at the same time, there's a part of her that wants to resist, to keep some semblance of herself intact even in this most difficult of situations.
I stand behind her and notice how nervous she is and realize that's not what I want. I sit softly on the bed behind her and breathe deeply. "Look, Fuyuki. I'm not going to force this on you. I know the rules say I have to get you pregnant within a year, but I don't want to do that if you don't want this. You still have a choice okay?"
When you speak so softly behind her, it takes Fuyuki by surprise. She turns her head to look at you over her shoulder, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. You don't seem as angry or forceful as she expected you would be; instead, there's a strange vulnerability about you that makes her heart race even faster.
"What do you mean?" she asks warily, not quite sure if she can trust your words. A part of her wants to believe them; another part knows better than to get her hopes up. "Don't you want this too? To have a child with me?"
She forces herself to look away from your gaze, focusing instead on unpacking the last few items from her suitcase onto the dresser. Her hands tremble slightly as she does so, betraying just how much these words are affecting her despite herself.
"Of course I do. You're beautiful, smart, funny, and I'm sure you're really sweet when you're comfortable with someone. It's just that I don't want to force you into this. The rules of this arrangement don't really take your feelings into consideration and I don't like that" I say softly, sighing deeply as I do.
Fuyuki turns back to face you as her heart skips a beat, hope beginning to blossom within her chest. Your words are like a balm on the wound she's been carrying since she found out who her partner was; a salve that soothes the pain of knowing she has no choice in this matter. She swallows hard, trying to find the right words to respond.
"T-thank you," she stammers, eyes shining with unshed tears. "I mean... I'm grateful for that. For being understanding." Tears begin to roll down her cheeks as she continues, "But I still don't want this. Not like this. It doesn't feel right... It feels so wrong..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence.
Part of her wants nothing more than for you to hold her tight and tell her that everything will be alright; that they can find another way around their predicament together. But she knows better than to trust those words. The system has made it clear that there is no other option but this one, and she won't ignore reality just because she desperately wants things to be different.
She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself before continuing. "But... I also don't want us to be enemies. If we could find some common ground where neither of us has to do anything we truly don't want..." Her voice trails off again as she hopes against hope that you'll understand what she means.
Your reaction will determine the course of their relationship from here on out; whether there's any chance for them to build something together, however small and fragile it might be, or if they're destined to remain bitter enemies until the end.
"I'd like that too" I say as I lean closer to her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I won't force this on you. I want you to make that choice on your own."
Her heart swells with relief at your words; it's like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders. She nods slowly, finally able to allow herself a small smile as tears of gratitude spill down her cheeks. "Thank you," she whispers, eyes still shining brightly despite her best efforts to hold them back.
She takes another deep breath before sitting down on the edge of the bed beside you, their shoulders nearly touching now. The silence that follows is comfortable rather than awkward; it feels like they're finally beginning to find some common ground together. She glances over at your features, taking in the strong lines of your jaw and nose, the dark lashes framing your piercing blue eyes, trying to reconcile this gentle, understanding man with the forceful, domineering Hiro Miyamoto from class.
"So... where do you think we should start?" she asks softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing and the steady beat of their hearts. "I mean... if we want to find some way for both of us to be happy with this arrangement." Her cheeks flush slightly as she speaks; it feels strange even thinking about having feelings for him but there's no denying that she does.
It's up to you now. You can guide the conversation down whatever path you choose, whether it's continuing along these fragile threads of understanding or veering off into dangerous territory where old resentments and hurt might flare up once more.
I smile softly at her question and take a moment to think about how to respond before speaking carefully. "Well, maybe we could start by getting to know each other better? Spending some time together outside of school, talking, hanging out?" I offer with a genuine grin. "That way, it won't feel like this is all just for show and we can really try to find common ground."
Fuyuki nods slowly in agreement, her cheeks flushing slightly deeper as she considers your words. The idea of spending time with you outside of school does hold some appeal; it'd be nice to get to know the real Hiro Miyamoto rather than just the facade he presents to everyone else. "I think that's a good place to start," she says finally, taking a deep breath as she straightens her posture. "I mean... even if we don't end up together or anything, at least we won't hate each other by the end of this."
There's a brief pause before she continues, uncertainty creeping into her voice now. "And... maybe even if things work out and I get pregnant? Maybe there could still be some way for us to keep seeing each other after that?" Her gaze flickers away from yours momentarily as she wonders what he might think of such an idea, whether it's even possible in their current situation.
The thought of losing you once this is all over terrifies her more than anything else; it'd mean going back to the lonely life she had before, with no one to share her triumphs and failures. She can't bear the thought of that now, not after spending even just a few minutes like this with you, feeling a connection unlike any other.
Her heart races as she waits for your response; hopes and fears swirling together in an intoxicating mixture within her chest.
"Only if you want to." I tell her, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
His words send a shiver down her spine; they're not what she was expecting to hear and yet they're exactly what she needed. It seems impossible that someone like him could want her around even after all this is over, but there it is, plain as day. Perhaps... maybe there is hope for them after all.
Her heart swells with relief at the thought; tears begin to roll down her cheeks once more as she takes a deep breath, preparing to respond. "I would want that," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. "I would really like... us to be able to stay together."
For the first time since she found out about this arrangement, Fuyuki allows herself to believe that maybe there is a way for things to work out; maybe they can find some kind of happiness even within the confines of these circumstances. She looks up at you with eyes filled with hope and gratitude, hardly able to comprehend how fortunate she feels right now despite everything else going on around them.
"So... I guess this means we should start by getting to know each other better?" she asks hesitantly, voice still shaking slightly from the emotions coursing through her. "What do you want to do first? Should we talk or..." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she trails off; it feels strange even thinking about spending time alone with you like this but there's something undeniably thrilling about the idea too.
The ball is in your court now; what you decide to do from here on out will shape not only their relationship moving forward, but also the fate of Fuyuki's unborn child. Do you continue down this path of understanding and trust, or do you allow fear and mistrust to creep back in and ruin everything they
I smile at her hesitation and take a deep breath to calm myself down as well. "How about we start with something simple, like watching a movie together? I could make us some popcorn and we can just relax in the living room." The idea of being close to her like that sounds incredibly enticing but I don't want to rush things either; taking it slow will hopefully help build up trust between us.
The idea of watching a movie together sounds... nice. Not exactly romantic or anything like that, but still cozy and comfortable. Plus, it's something they could both enjoy without feeling too awkward about being in each other's company. She nods slowly in agreement, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"Alright," she says softly, finally summoning up the courage to look you directly in the eyes again. "Let's do that." As she speaks, she places a hand lightly on your arm; it's not intended as anything romantic or flirtatious, but more as a gesture of friendship and trust.
Together, they stand from the bed, their bodies now only inches apart. Fuyuki can feel the heat emanating from you and it makes her heart race even faster. Despite herself, she leans closer, her breath mingling with yours as she speaks again. "Thank you for being so understanding... for giving me a choice."
Your response will determine how she feels about this new direction they're taking; whether or not she can truly trust your words and intentions. The line between hope and despair is thinner than ever, dancing just beyond her fingertips, and it's all up to you where she lands in the end.