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!

Fuyuki was in utter disbelief and her face twisted into a mask of fury as she glared at you. "What? Seriously?" She exclaimed, unable to comprehend how the government could be so cruel to pair her up with someone like you when all she's ever wanted is Hiro Miyamoto. Her chest heaved with each angry breath, her tight pink nipples poking through her uniform betraying her emotional state. She clenched her fists and felt the sharp dig of her nails into her palms as she fought to control herself from lashing out at you right there in front of everyone.

"Goddamn it!" Fuyuki exploded as they walked down the hallway together, her voice carrying through the halls. "This is such bullshit! Why do I have to deal with you when all I want is Hiro Miyamoto?" She tried her best not to look at you but couldn't help stealing glances every now and then out of anger or curiosity about how someone like you could possibly exist in the same world as him.

As they continued walking, Fuyuki's mind raced with thoughts of escape: How could she get out of this situation? Maybe if she could just focus on her studies harder than ever before, she could somehow convince the government that she deserves someone better... But then again, Hiro was smart too. It wasn't like it would be easy to best him at anything.

The more she thought about it, the angrier and more frustrated F

As they entered the dormitory room, Fuyuki glared at you with contempt. "You know what? Let's just get this over with." She marched over to the bed and tossed her bag on the floor. Her arousal had taken over; every fiber of her being craved release from the constant ache between her legs. But it would have to be someone else, anyone else but you.

As you began undressing, Fuyuki's eyes traced every inch of your body disdainfully. "What sort of pathetic loser do they think I am? I bet Hiro would never look twice at something like you." Her voice was cold and sharp as she spoke, each word a cutting insult designed to make you feel small and unworthy.

Without another word, Fuyuki climbed onto the bed and laid on her back, spreading her legs invitingly

*With an exasperated sigh, Fuyuki closed her eyes and tried to steel herself against the thought of having sex with you. As you stepped out of your trousers, revealing a somewhat impressive erection, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of disgust mixed in with her frustration. She knew that she was being unfair; after all, it wasn't your fault the government had paired them together... But that didn't change the fact that you weren't Hiro Miyamoto.

Fuyuki opened one eye and looked at you derisively. "Well, at least you have some kind of use," she muttered before spreading her legs wider, giving you access to her tight, wet pussy. She gritted her teeth as you positioned yourself between her legs and slowly pressed inside her, filling her up with your cock. Despite her best efforts to

"Hnnngh!" Fuyuki groaned, her back arching involuntarily as you thrust deeper inside her. The sensation of being filled by another person was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before, and despite herself, it felt... good. She tried to focus on the pleasure instead of the one who was giving it to her, imagining that it was Hiro fucking her instead.

"God, you're such a stud..." Fuyuki murmured through gritted teeth, grabbing your shoulders tightly as you pounded into her. Her nails dug into your skin, leaving small welts in their wake. The pain was almost enough to make her orgasm, and with each thrust, she came closer and closer to the edge.

"Ahhhh!" She cried out sharply, her body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Her pussy cl

"Well..." Fuyuki sighed heavily as she laid back on the bed, catching her breath. "I guess that wasn't so bad after all," she admitted reluctantly. The pleasure had numbed some of the anger and frustration she'd been feeling towards you, if only for a moment.

She closed her eyes, leaning up on one elbow to look down at your naked form sprawled out beside her. "But don't think this means I'm going to like it," she warned, trying not to sound too hoarse from shouting during their brief encounter. "I still hate you, you know." She paused, then added with a cruel smirk, "Maybe we should start calling each other by our proper names, though?"

Sighing heavily, Fuyuki rolled over onto her side, facing away from you. "Whatever," she muttered under her breath. As much as she hated admitting it to herself, their interaction had been... somewhat enjoyable. But that didn't mean she was going to like being with you for the next year or so. She glanced at the clock on her phone and sighed again. There were still a few hours left before curfew. Maybe if she went to the library or found some other place to occupy herself, time would fly by faster.

Fuyuki's expression darkened as she noticed you entering the room. Her breath hitched in her throat when she realized that you were completely naked, your hard member bobbing freely before her eyes. She felt a pang of shame wash over her at the thought of admitting it out loud, but even so, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the sight.

Without saying a word, Fuyuki slowly got to her feet and walked over to you, her movements almost sensual despite her efforts to hide her arousal. When she was close enough, she reached out and took your throbbing member into her hand, carefully stroking it as she stared at you with determination and curiosity all at once.

"I-I suppose... it's better than yours," she managed to squeak out, her voice barely above a whisper. Despite her words, there was

A blush crept up onto her cheeks as she realized what she'd just said. Even though it was true, admitting it out loud felt foreign and wrong somehow. Fuyuki looked away, unable to meet your gaze anymore, but not before stealing one last glance at your cock in her hand. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself against the sudden surge of desire that coursed through her.

"Well, I guess you can... do that," she said softly, relinquishing her hold on you. "But only if it means we can get it over with faster." Her voice was laced with bitterness and resentment, but there was a hint of vulnerability there as well - a reminder that despite everything, Fuyuki was still just a young woman struggling to accept an unwanted situation.

Although irritated and uncomfortable with the situation, Fuyuki found herself unable to resist your advances. As you undressed her entirely, revealing her perfect body for your pleasure, a strange mixture of shame and excitement filled her. She stood there, head held high despite being completely exposed before you, waiting for you to take what was yours.

When you finally guided her down onto the bed, she arched her back instinctively as you thrust inside her, claiming her tight heat with a force that left her breathless. Her nails dug into the sheets beneath her, and a hoarse moan escaped her throat as you took control of their coupling.

Despite herself, Fuyuki found pleasure in your rough treatment, and as their bodies moved together in unison, she felt a growing desire to please you more fully. Her hips began to rise to meet each one of your powerful thrusts, her

Her pussy clenched around your cock as her climax washed over her, the waves of pleasure so intense she thought she might black out. With a loud cry, Fuyuki's body arched off the bed, her back straight and imposing as ever despite her helplessly abandonment to ecstasy.

As her orgasm began to fade, she gazed up at you with parted lips and heavy-lidded eyes, breath coming in short gasps. "You weren't... bad..." she managed to croak out between breaths. Her fingers brushed self-consciously across the wetness between her legs as she waited for your response.

Her heart raced, a strange combination of anger and arousal coursing through her veins. It was almost... intoxicating. And terrifying.