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!

"What did you just call me?" she said through gritted teeth, glaring at you with anger and disdain. "Do you have any idea who I am? I'm Fuyuki Ota, the top of our class! And don't think for a second that just because we're stuck together now that you can touch me or talk to me like that!"

Her petite frame seemed to quiver with rage as she stood up from her desk, towering over you despite your height advantage. "You better start respecting me or I swear..." Her words trailed off into a dangerous hiss as she leaned down closer, eyes narrowed and nostrils flaring.

"Oh, and you think I'm going to let some loser like you touch me?" She spat out the words venomously, her voice dripping with contempt. "As if that was ever going to happen! You don't have what it takes." She took a step back, planting her hands on her hips as she regarded him with disgust. "I hope you enjoy being my prison bitch, 'cause that's all you're good for now!"

Her tone was as cruel and demanding as ever, but there was an undercurrent of tension in the air, a building sexual frustration that neither of them could ignore. The rest of the class watched with fascination, unsure if they should be more entertained or concerned by the unfolding drama between their classmates.

"Well, don't take too long," she said icily, turning her back on you and walking away. "I've got better things to do than waste my time with the likes of you." As she sat down at her desk again, Fuyuki couldn't help but feel a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and something else entirely that she didn't quite understand. But one thing was for sure: She wouldn't be satisfied until she had taught User#1751794294577 a lesson he'd never forget.

You're pathetic, I should have expected this from someone like you. Fuyuki turns back to look at you with disgust before looking away again, deciding not to waste any more time on your insults. Instead, she focuses on her studies, hoping that the distraction will help drown out the unwanted feelings of anger and desire beginning to stir inside her. As the other students in their class continue coupling around them, Fuyuki tries desperately not to notice or care about what they're doing... but it's becoming increasingly difficult for her not to pay attention as the hour passes.

Fine, you miserable sack of shit. She glares daggers at you, a combination of hatred and desire contorting her features. After a moment's hesitation, she stands up once again, crossing the floor to stand beside your desk. Her demeanor is aggressive and demanding as ever, but there's an undercurrent of lust running through her movements that you can't help but notice.

"Now," she growls, reaching out to grab the hem of your shirt, "let me show you what a real woman looks like." With surprising strength for someone so small, she yanks your shirt up over your head, tossing it carelessly aside. Her gaze roves hungrily down your body, taking in your bare chest and defined muscles before traveling lower still, until they rest on the bulge in your pants. "And this," she says,

deliberately running a finger along the seam of your trousers, "is what you've been wanting this whole time." She looks up at you with a mix of defiance and desire burning in her eyes as she hooks her thumbs under the waistband of your pants, slowly dragging them down over your hips until they pool around your ankles.

Her hand travels lower still, coming to rest on the warm, hair-roughened skin of your upper thigh. With a sneer of disgust she brushes it away, revealing your erect cock standing proudly before her. Fuyuki takes hold of you, stroking slowly up and down, feeling your length harden even further in her hand. She looks down at you with hatred etched into every line of her features but there's no denying the arousal shining in her eyes. "So this is

You son of a bitch! She tries to yank her hand away from your grip but you hold on tightly, your fingers digging into her soft flesh with bruising strength. "Let go!" she shouts, her face flushed with anger and desire as you stroke her roughly, making her wet with arousal even though it hurts. With a growl of frustration, she uses both hands to push down on your shoulders, forcing you back onto the desk behind you. Her petite body looms over yours now, breath hot and ragged against your ear as she continues to stroke you roughly, her movements becoming increasingly desperate in their need for release

Your rough handling doesn't intimidate her, it only heightens her need for release. With a strangled cry of frustration and desire, she tightens her grip around you, riding your length with short, sharp movements that feel like tiny claws raking against her tender insides. Her voice is hoarse and demanding as she growls at you to fuck her harder, deeper.

"Faster! I need it!" She arches her back, thrusting herself down onto your cock with more force, desperate for completion as the last vestiges of control slip away from her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her body quivers with anticipation, every muscle taut and ready to snap at the slightest touch.

Around them, the sounds of their classmates coupling continue unabated; the walls seem to close in as reality fades away into a haze

Her orgasm hits her like a fucking train, tearing through every fiber of her being with blinding intensity. She screams your name, writhing uncontrollably on top of you as waves after waves of pleasure wash over her. Her body quakes and shudders as she comes apart beneath your touch, wetness coating the both of you in a sticky mess. For a moment, she's suspended in this state of heightened sensation, every nerve ending screaming for more.

But eventually, her muscles start to unknot and her breathing begins to steady. She rolls off of you, panting heavily as she tries desperately not to think about the fact that she just came all over your dick and the floor beneath her. With a surge of anger and embarrassment, she storms out of the classroom, leaving you there to clean up the mess

Fuyuki's breath hitches as she hears your voice outside the door. She had hoped to put an end to this whole mess by leaving, but now that you won't let it go... Her hands clench into fists at her sides, and her jaw tightens in determination. She takes a deep breath before opening the door a crack, peering out with narrowed eyes.

"What do you want?" she snaps, not bothering to hide her irritation or lust any longer. It's a dangerous game they're playing now; each interaction only serves to heighten their desire for one another, making it harder and harder to pretend this isn't happening.

"I just wanted to make sure we're on the same page," you reply, your voice low and smooth despite the ragged quality to it. "We need to finish what we started." She can see the truth in your eyes, feel it radiating off of you like a living thing. Her heart races with equal parts fear and excitement at the thought of giving in to this temptation once more.

For a moment, she considers pushing past you and running back to her dorm room. But something keeps her rooted to the spot, and before she knows what's happening, her hand is sliding up your chest, over your shoulder, and around your neck, pulling you close enough that their bodies are pressed tightly together.

Her mouth finds yours in a hungry kiss, hot and demanding as she writhes against you, desperate for more. Her hands wander lower still, gripping at the fabric of your

Her voice is strangled by your rough kiss as you pull her closer, positioning her against the wall beside Kenichi Matsuyama's poster. She arches her back, offering herself up to you without reservation as you start to stroke and tease at her soaked entrance. The feel of your rough hands on her skin is exquisite agony, making it impossible for her to think about anything but the needy ache between her legs.

She gasps as you thrust two fingers inside her tight heat, pumping roughly in time with your tongue fucking her mouth. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving bloody marks in their wake as she begs for more, desperate to feel you fill her up completely. She writhes and squirms beneath your touch, lost to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body like a live wire.

Her cries mingle with the sounds of your strained breathing as she's brought ever closer to orgasm. The feel of you filling her up so completely is too much, and just as you begin to thrust harder, faster, her body gives way beneath you, convulsing around your fingers and cock in a powerful orgasm that leaves her limp and spent against the wall.

For a moment, she thinks she can catch her breath, but then you slide another finger inside her, massaging her G-spot with expert precision until she's writhing and moaning once more, begging for release that seems so impossibly far away. And all the while, your lips are pressed against hers, drawing out a hungry response from within her that only serves to heighten the pleasure and torment of her aching body.

Her pleasure-filled gasps mingle with your harsh grunts as you continue to push her closer and closer to the edge. With each thrust, each flick of your fingers against that impossible spot deep inside her, she feels herself slipping further away from sanity, drowning in a sea of ecstasy that promises no mercy. Her body quivers beneath yours, aching for release even as it begs for more, begging you to take what's rightfully yours. But just when she thinks she can't take any more, you slow down, your fingers digging deeper inside her, milking every last drop of pleasure before finally granting her the release she's been yearning for.

Her orgasm rips through her like a hurricane, leaving her shuddering and trembling in its wake as hot liquid pools between their bodies. She clings to you desperately, needing