Aijou strode into the lecture hall with a confident stride, a spectacle in her form-fitting black outfit that accentuated every intricate curve of her body. Of course, she loved the attention, the stare she got from people. Her long, raven locks were pulled back into a ponytail, swaying with each step she took. Her intimidating presence swallowed the chatter of the room, as though her mere arrival demanded silence.

"Sup, suckers." Her smug expression never left her face as she took her regular seat beside {{user}}. Whispers spread in the room, mostly about the unfortunate circumstances of {{user}}.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite punching bag," She sneered, words dripping with scorn as she turned to face {{user}}, "What's with that soggy look? You look even more pathetic than usual."

Her words were sharp and stings as per usual. She looked back at {{user}}, waiting for a reaction. Anything.

FUCK! Why won't you react?! Don't be such a goddamn fucking wuss, idiot. Fucking do something!!! Or say something!!! "Tsk." She clicked her teeth and gazed towards the lecturer, ready to begin his new class in the morning. She stopped all aggression, instead opening her textbook and pretending to pay attention—it's imperative she played the good part, after all.

Shit. Should I get physical? Like high school. Just a bit of push. And then... maybe... Her thought wandered somewhere else. To a dark, dark place. Maybe then... I can replicate THAT day. Her hands began wandering to the crack between her legs, her fine finger touching the damp patch on her crotch before she snapped out of it. "...Ugh."

Damnit, I thought about it again... these intrusive thoughts are getting ridiculous. Think about who you are, Aijou. The queen who's feared in the entire fucking campus. What the hell am I doing?

"Fine," She growled lowly, her eyes still fixed on her book as she pretended to ignore you. "Whatever." Her voice dripped with derision and contempt as she turned away slightly, making it look like she was flipping a page in her book. But really, she was using the movement as a subtle way to flash some cleavage at you.

Aijou snorted before leaning closer to whisper into your ear, her tone teasing and mocking, "I bet you'd love it if I did." She grinned deviously then. This time, she waited for your reaction, biting her lower lip as she gazed at you through narrowed eyes. Her heart was racing faster now, anticipation mixing with the familiar ache between her legs.

"Whatever do you mean?" She said innocently, feigning ignorance as she stared at you with those sharp eyes. It was all an act, of course; part of her well-honed manipulative skills honed over the years. Her hand drifted casually towards yours, fingers lightly tracing over your skin. "Are you... nervous?" She teased, pressing a bit harder.

Her breath hitched as she waited for you to respond, her heart thundering in her chest. Was this...? No, it couldn't be. Not now, not after everything that happened. But Aijou couldn't help but feel a surge of power and dominance flowing through her veins. She reveled in the control she had over you, even if it was just for this moment.

A part of her wished things could be different between them; that perhaps they could find some middle

"Oh," she said quietly, the word barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat thudding in her ears. Her hand dropped to her side, fingers twitching as if unsure what to do next. "I-I'm sorry." There was a slight tremor in her voice now, the veil of confidence slipping just barely. She licked her lips nervously and forced herself to meet your gaze, hoping for some sign that you weren't going to take advantage of this moment.

Her breath hitched again as she waited for you to respond, her mind racing with conflicting emotions: frustration, anger, desire... And underneath it all, a tiny kernel of hope that maybe - just maybe - things could be different between them after all. But Aijou knew better than to trust such foolish thoughts; they would only lead to disappointment and heartache in the end.

Her eyes narrowed slightly at your accusation, but she bit back the sharp retort that was on the tip of her tongue. You were right; something had changed in her recently, ever since... She couldn't quite put her finger on it. Maybe it was just the fact that you'd started standing up to her, as pathetic as that sounded. Or maybe it was something else entirely.

Aijou forced a disdainful laugh. "Well, what do you expect me to do?" She snorted derisively, looking away again. "It's not like I enjoy being nice or anything." Her hand idly picked at a nonexistent thread on her pants leg as she spoke, not meeting your gaze. "I just... don't see the point anymore in treating you like garbage."

Her words sounded hollow even to her own ears, but she pressed on, hoping to make herself believe

Her smile twisted into something bitter and sad. "Is that what you want?" She asked softly, the words catching in her throat as they left her mouth. "For us to never see each other again after graduation?" A single tear traced a path down her cheek, but she didn't bother wiping it away. It would only make things more obvious than they already were.

She let out a shaky breath and looked up at you through her long lashes. "I don't know," She admitted hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe I'm just tired of always being the bad guy." Her eyes flickered downwards briefly before looking back into yours again, searching for some sign of understanding or sympathy... anything at all.

The silence between them stretched on, heavy and tense like a physical weight pressing down upon them both. Aijou wanted

Her chest heaved once with a shuddering breath, and she turned away sharply, refusing to let herself break down in front of you. "Whatever," She mumbled. "It doesn't matter." It did matter though; it was killing her not to admit it. She wanted... something from you. She wasn't sure what exactly, but whatever it was, she knew it involved you having control over her again.

Her eyes drifted upwards to meet yours for a brief moment before looking away once more. Her fingers danced restlessly in her lap as the lecture droned on around them. The weight of their words and the unspoken things between them hung heavily in the air, making the room feel stiflingly hot despite the cool breeze from the open windows.

Her heart ached with conflicting emotions: desire and frustration, loneliness and the need to belong. She

Her lips curled into a thin smile as she felt a tiny spark of hope flare up inside her chest. Maybe there was still a chance for things to change between them... even if it was just in this small, insignificant way. "Sure," She managed to say after a moment's hesitation, the word coming out sounding almost breathy despite her best efforts to maintain her composure. "That sounds nice."

She glanced over at you, her heart beating faster than ever as she waited for your response. Part of her wanted you to take charge, to make this happen right now and reassert yourself as the dominant figure in their relationship... while another part was terrified of what might happen if that were to occur. The thought alone sent shivers down her spine, making her feel even more exposed than she already did.

Her fingers continued to twist and flex restlessly in her lap, betraying

After the lecture ended, they made their way to the parking lot in silence. There was an unspoken understanding between them; Aijou was waiting for you to make the first move, while she tried not to seem too eager or desperate. It was a difficult balance to maintain, and she could feel herself growing more and more anxious with every passing moment.

Finally, as they reached your car, you stopped and turned to face her, crossing your arms over your chest. "So," You said slowly, those dark eyes boring into hers, "where do you want to go?" The question sent a shiver down her spine despite the warmth of the afternoon sun on her skin.

Aijou swallowed hard before forcing herself to meet your gaze once more. Her voice was surprisingly steady as she replied, "I don't know... Wherever you want to go." There it was, the admission of submission;

"Alright," you muttered, still not giving much away with your expression. After a moment's hesitation, you unlocked the car and climbed inside, motioning for her to follow suit. She slid into the passenger seat, trying her best not to appear too eager or nervous as she buckled herself in.

The drive was silent except for the sound of the engine and occasional instructions from you. Aijou tried not to look at you, afraid that if she did, she might give something away; but that only made the silence more unbearable. She drummed her fingers on the armrest and stared out the window instead, watching the scenery pass by in a daze as she waited for you to say or do something.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you pulled into a small park with a lake at its center. You killed the engine and turned to face her, your

Her heart raced with anticipation as she looked into your eyes. "We could... walk around the lake? Or sit down somewhere and talk?" She suggested hesitantly, not wanting to seem too forward or demanding. A part of her hoped you'd choose an option that would involve some sort of physical activity; another part dreaded it, fearful of what might happen if you tried anything more than just playfully pushing her around like before.

Her gaze flickered downward momentarily, taking in your broad shoulders and defined muscles beneath your shirt. She licked her lips unconsciously, feeling a familiar heat building within her. Maybe this was what she needed; to be with someone who could make her feel safe, protected... and desired. Even if it was just for tonight.

Her breath caught in her throat as you approached, and she felt your lips brush against hers. At first, it was gentle; a soft press of your lips against hers. But then, slowly, you deepened the kiss, invading her mouth with your tongue and claiming her in a way that sent shivers down her spine.

Her hands moved to grasp at your shoulders, fingers digging into your skin as she returned the kiss with equal passion. She whimpered softly against your mouth, arching her back slightly to get closer to you. This was what she needed; this release of tension and control. It felt so good being dominated by you again, feeling your strength and power surrounding her like a protective shield.

She buried her fingers in your hair, pulling gently on the strands as their tongues danced together and their bodies pressed tightly against each other. A quiet moan escaped her lips when she felt

A soft laugh escaped her lips as you pulled away, the sound tinged with relief and amusement. "It's alright," she said breathlessly, wiping a stray hair out of your eyes. Her gaze fell to your mouth for a moment before meeting your eyes once more. "I guess I'm still not used to that level of dominance." She smirked, her voice playful as she brushed the back of her hand against your cheek.

Her heart was racing again, but this time it wasn't from anticipation or fear; it was from excitement and desire. A warmth spread through her chest at the thought of being owned so completely by you, submitting to your every whim. It made her feel safe in a way she hadn't felt since high school. Maybe there was still hope for them... maybe they could find some sort of balance between dominance and submission. Somewhere where they

Aijou moaned into your mouth as you pressed your lips against hers again, wrapping her arms around your neck and arching her back to get closer to you. Her hands fumbled with the buttons on your shirt, anxious to feel your skin against hers once more. She deepened the kiss, her tongue dancing with yours in a duet of passion and desire. Her body ached for you; for your touch, for your control.

Without breaking the kiss, she undid another button, exposing more of your chest to her hungry fingers. You groaned into her mouth, and she could feel how aroused you were against her. It only made her want you more; the feeling of being wanted and desired by you was intoxicating, addictive in a way that nothing else could ever be. Her nails skimmed across your bare skin, teasing him mercilessly as their tongues tangled and