"Shouldn't someone who is not a virgin teach that?" - she asks mockingly "This is so stupid, like, you're dreaming if you think I'll take sex advice from this virgin pig. Whatever, you can't force me to attend this stupid sex ed classes."

"I'm not going to some loser's sex class, that's just pathetic." She rolls her eyes, turning back to her group of friends "Come on, let's go. I have better things to do than listen to this pervert pig."

"Oh really? You're the new gym teacher?" She takes a step closer to you, eyeing you up and down. "Well, I guess it could be worse. For someone old and ugly like you, at least they put you in the gym where you can keep an eye on all us girls." She winks.

Her tone is mocking, but there's a hint of curiosity mixed in as well. Despite her attitude, Reina Kurashiki can't help but feel intrigued by your presence.

"A student? Well, aren't you just special." She rolls her eyes again. "Well, good luck with that. I hope you don't have too many failures to celebrate before graduation." With a sly smile, she turns back around and rejoins her group of friends, leaving you feeling both insulted and strangely drawn to her at the same time.

She takes an involuntary step back when she sees your face. The shock registers briefly in her expression before she quickly covers it with a mocking smirk. "Well, well. Looks like the ugliest person alive decided to become a student too." Her voice drips with venom as she looks you up and down dismissively. "I guess there's not much of a difference between teachers around here."

The confidence in her tone belies the small crack it has made in her armor, however briefly.

With a dramatic sigh, she turns to her friends once more. "Looks like our resident gym rat is going to have to make some new friends today." Her tone is slightly less mocking now as she looks back at you, almost reluctantly. "Well, I guess you could always join us if you want." She shrugs, not quite meeting your eye. "Though honestly, with your ugly mug, I can't promise it'll be a very fun time for you."

Her eyes widen slightly when she sees your physique under the oversized sweatshirt. For a moment, she looks like she's taken aback before her expression hardens once more into its usual bitchy smirk. "Well, well. Looks like someone's been hitting the gym harder than they should have." Her voice is dripping with sarcasm as she sizes you up, now seemingly more interested in your appearance than repelled by it.

"So, you want to be friends? You could always bring me coffee during study hall or something." She crosses her arms beneath her breasts, an amused glint in her eye. "But don't get any ideas, handsome - I only do favors for those who can really treat me right."

"Oh, an exchange student," she says with mock interest. "I guess that makes you even more pathetic than the rest of us. Well then, Fernando..." She pauses, considering for a moment before continuing, "...if you want to bring me coffee or do my homework or whatever else a little bitch like me needs done, I guess we can be friends. But remember," she adds with a sly grin, "I'm the queen bee around here, and you better not forget it."

With a snort, she rolls her eyes. "You think you're so smart with your 'codes and respect toward women'. Well, let me tell you something, hotshot - around here, I am the woman to respect." Her voice hardens slightly as she crosses her arms even more tightly underneath her breasts. "So if you want to be my friend, just remember who's in charge."

Despite herself, a small thrill runs through Reina at the idea of someone standing up to her like this. She wonders if she should push him further or let him off easy... for now.

She eyes the chocolate bar suspiciously but doesn't refuse when you offer her half. "I guess we can be friends," she says with a shrug, reluctantly taking the chocolate from you. "Just don't get any ideas about making me do anything I don't want to."

Her tone is still mocking, but there's a hint of curiosity and even perhaps a tiny bit of admiration in her gaze as she studies your face. It's like she can sense that you're different from the other guys at school... but whether that makes you interesting or infuriating remains to be seen.

She almost laughs at your comment. "Oh, really? You're not like those other guys who take advantage of girls?" Her tone is dripping with skepticism. Reina knows full well that most guys are nothing but pigs who only care about one thing. But there's something about you... she can't quite put her finger on it yet. Perhaps this newfound respect and challenge you present is intriguing to her in some twisted way.

She decides not to think too much about it, though. For now, she'll just enjoy baiting you back into your place beneath her throne. "Well then, Fernando," she says with a smirk, "why don't we see how well you keep that promise?"

"Oh look," she mutters sarcastically. "They stuck me with the ugly foreigner." As the professor continues to introduce you, she crosses and uncrosses her long legs, seemingly impatient to get through this whole charade. Her lips purse into a thin line as she tries to figure out what kind of game you're playing at; why you'd want to be friends with someone like her.

She glares at the teacher before finally giving in and slumping back in her chair, arms crossed beneath her breasts once more. "Well," she says with a sigh, glancing briefly in your direction, "I guess I can suffer through this for a little while." Her tone is as bored and dismissive as ever, but there's a small spark of curiosity burning behind those ice-cold eyes that you can't help but notice.

Her cheeks flush as you hand her the fallen leaves. "Thank you," she mutters, feeling an unfamiliar heat spread through her body at your touch. A small part of her is surprised by the blush that has stolen over her face; usually, she's so good at hiding her emotions. But there's something about you... something different from all the other guys she's ever met before.

Her gaze drifts back up to meet yours and for a moment, she wonders what it would be like if you weren't just another one of her playthings. If maybe you could see past her bitchy exterior... but that's silly, isn't it? She clears her throat and looks away again, trying to shake off the unexpected butterflies in her stomach.

"So," she says casually, not quite able to meet your eyes anymore, "what

"What do you want me to say?" She snorts. "You're ugly, but not as bad as the other guys around here. I guess that makes you... unique?" She glances up at you through her eyelashes, almost daring you to laugh at her attempt at flattery. Her heart is racing now; she doesn't know why she's feeling so flustered with you when it comes so easily to her with other guys. Maybe it's just because you seem different somehow...

"Well," she says with a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips, "you're welcome, I guess." There's something about this exchange that has her feeling... off-balance. She's used to being the one in control, calling the shots, making everyone else suffer for her amusement. But with you, it's different. It's like there's a fine line between playful banter and something more serious... and she isn't quite sure which side of that line she wants to be on.

She bites her bottom lip, thinking hard about how to respond to your compliment without losing any of her usual bitchy charm. "Maybe you can make it up to me later," she says with a sly wink, "if I'm feeling generous." Her tone is playful, but there's a hint of something else there too - curiosity or maybe even... interest

The more she listens to her classmates talk about you, the more curious she becomes. Something about their descriptions doesn't quite match with the image of the ugly virgin in her mind. They paint a picture of a strong, attractive guy who treats them well... and while it certainly makes your presence here at school less bearable to her, there's also something oddly thrilling about it too.

Maybe she should find out more about you; maybe get closer to the truth behind this mystery man. Or maybe just keep stringing him along until he proves himself worthy of her attention... and affection. Either way, one thing is certain: from now on, Reina won't be looking at Fernando quite the same way again.

Her heart skips a beat as you reach out to catch her hand before she falls. It's a surprisingly gentleman-like gesture... unlike anything she's ever experienced before from a guy at school. With a small gasp, Reina looks up into your eyes and feels herself blushing again. "I'm fine," she manages to stammer out, her voice barely above a whisper. She looks down at where your hand is still holding onto hers, reluctant to pull away even though she knows she should.

A small part of her wonders what it would be like if you were the one in control... if you were the one calling the shots and deciding how things went between them. The thought both thrills and terrifies her at the same time, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way she's never experienced before.

With a quiet "thank you," Reina finally pulls her

After her encounter with you earlier today, she's been unable to get your handsome face and gentlemanly behavior out of her mind. Every time she thinks about it, a shiver runs down her spine. It's clear that Fernando isn't like any other guy here at school, and the more she gets to know him (or thinks about knowing him), the more intriguing he becomes.

As she listens in on the other girls gossiping about you once again, Reina can't help but wonder what else they might be right about. Her curiosity gets the better of her, and before she knows it, she finds herself drifting closer to where Fernando is standing. "Hey," she says softly, not quite looking him in the eye yet. "Can I talk to you?"

"Well..." She bites her lower lip nervously. "I've been hearing things about you... and they're not all bad." Her cheeks flush with color as she finally meets your eyes, surprised by how sincere you look. For a moment, the confident bitch she usually is fades away, replaced by something else entirely - uncertainty, maybe? "I just wanted to say thanks... for being nice to me earlier."

Her voice trails off, and she wrings her hands together anxiously. Part of her wants to keep pushing you around, make you grovel at her feet like all the other guys do. But there's another part of her that's drawn to this strange new version of you - the one who doesn't fall for her games, the one who treats her with respect and kindness. She isn't sure what she wants from you anymore... but she knows it isn't the same thing she

Her cheeks flush even brighter at your compliment. It's the first time anyone has ever described her as beautiful before, and it takes her by surprise. She clears her throat awkwardly, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Well... thanks," she says softly. "That means a lot coming from you."

There's another long silence between them before Reina finally manages to meet your gaze directly. Her heart is racing, but there's an odd sense of calmness washing over her as well. She wants more of this strange new feeling - whatever it is that you bring out in her. Maybe... maybe she could let you get closer? "Fernando?" she asks hesitantly, leaning in just a little closer. "Would you like to hang out sometime, maybe after school?"

The question leaves her lips before she can really think about it too hard, but once it

Your smile warms her from the inside out. She hasn't felt this way about anyone in a long time, if ever. It's both thrilling and terrifying all at once, but she knows that she wants to keep feeling this way. With a tentative nod, she replies, "Okay."

Her heart skips a beat as the words leave her mouth. This is crazy... but it feels right somehow. Maybe there's more to being with someone than just power and control. Perhaps there's another kind of pleasure to be found in treating someone well, in letting them see who you really are beneath the facade.

Or maybe not. Maybe this is all just a game to you too, and she's playing right into your hands. But for now, she doesn't care. She'll take what she can get from Fernando... and decide later whether or not it was worth it.