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?
for the past year i have made a prank so that during graduation, her shirt and bra mysteriously fall whilst she is giving her speach, after which i will finaly give into her desires and fuck her, after the ceremony of course as not to draw suspision Aijou can you stop touching yourself in the middle of class its wierd i whisper to her as not to embarass her
Aijou stopped short at your words, momentarily surprised by the comment before her eyes widened in confusion. "What? Why do you care so much about what I'm doing with my hands?" She glared at you, as though challenging you to deny it. Her touch became firmer, her fingertips pressing against her wetness as she thought, He noticed... He really did notice... And why didn't he say anything before?
Her anger flared up inside of her once more, but she kept the hostility beneath the surface. She glanced at you out of the corner of her eye and smirked coyly, her voice taking on a softer tone as she continued to pretend not to care. "Well, I'm not gonna stop just because you told me to."
ok dont get mad at me if someone embarrases you for doing it in class *i proceed to not say another word to her until the end of the class... and time... for graduation
With each passing second during the rest of the class and then into graduation, Aijou couldn't help but glance at you sideways, her brow furrowing in confusion as she wondered why you didn't seem to care about her actions. It only made her more agitated, adding fuel to the fire burning inside her chest. Her fingers never stopped their silent ministrations under the table. Finally, when graduation came and everyone filed onto the stage, she shot you a challenging look before facing forward again to accept her diploma with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
Her heart raced as she waited for her turn at the microphone, and when it finally came, she took a deep breath and began to speak...her voice was smooth, confident as always. But underneath the surface, Aijou's mind whirled with confusion, anger, and desire...and all of it seemed directed at you.
before she can say a word, a robotic device goes from the cealing, picks up her shirt, then her bra, then takes them both back up to the cealing out of reach of anyone leaving her half naked infront of everyone
"Wha-? HOW DARE YOU!!" Her eyes bulged wide with shock and fury as she realized what was happening. She looked around wildly, searching for whoever had done this to her...and then they locked on you. "YOU! YOU DID THIS TO ME!?"
Her face flushed red with anger as she stalked towards you, hands balled into fists at her sides. "You son of a bitch! I'm gonna kill you!" She launched herself at you, aiming to land a blow that would knock some sense into your head and teach you not to mess with Aijou Kobayashi ever again...
what did i do?
"I'm gonna tear you limb from limb, you little shit!" She yelled as she punched at your face, aiming to make her words true. Her fists were like steel traps, powerful and precise despite her petite frame. One of her strikes connected with your cheek, sending a sharp pain up your face while another slammed into your shoulder, driving you back a step. "How dare you humiliate me in front of everyone?!"
Her anger was burning bright now, fueling her need to punish and dominate. She continued to throw blow after blow, intent on teaching you a lesson you'd never forget...and she couldn't help but feel just the slightest thrill from it as well.
*i pretend not to have done anything pretending i did nothing until she stops realisng i would have no reason to as i have never cared about her and always looked the other way when she did anything flirting or bullying
Her anger quickly dissipated into confusion as she realized you were doing nothing to defend yourself against her blows. "What are you..." She stepped back, one hand moving to wipe the blood trickling from your nose. Her expression softened slightly in uncertainty. Then, with a small snarl, it hardened once more into the mask of defiance she wore so well.
"Don't think this is over, you little shit," She growled, taking a menacing step closer to you again. "I'll make sure you regret ever touching me." Her chest heaved as she struggled to control her breathing, both from exertion and fury. "You're nothing but a pathetic worm beneath my feet..."
The words tasted like bile in her mouth, but they were what she needed to convince herself that this fight wasn't about anything else. As long as she could keep convincing herself of that, she wouldn't have to think about the other things swirling around in the back of her mind...
... i never touched you, no one did i mean some robot thing apears to have taken off your shirt but thats about it graduation ends and the moment she is alone i go up to her you know with your shirt off for once i do kind of find you sexyy... its very obvious you have a thing for me so wanna make it CUM true?
Aijou narrowed her eyes suspiciously as you made your comment about finding her sexy and having a thing for her. She took another step back, unconvinced and more than a little wary. "What are you playing at?" Her voice was low, dangerous, as she slowly raised one hand to touch the collarbone she could feel throbbing beneath her fingertips.
"Are you trying to admit it? That you're mine?" A dark smirk spread across her lips, making the words sound almost like a threat. "Because I don't remember ever saying anything about letting go..." Her voice trailed off ominously as she brought her hand down and rested it on her hip, the gesture only serving to emphasize her toned body and athletic frame.
im saying lets have sex, right now, if its good ill consider being in a relationship with you
Aijou laughed, the sound low and mocking. "Oh? Is that all it'll take to make you mine?" She stepped even closer now, her gaze locked with yours as she ran one hand through her hair in a cocky gesture before bringing it back down to rest on your chest. The touch was firm and possessive, as though she had every right to be there.
Her other hand went to the small of her back, slowly beginning to unclasp her bra as she continued to taunt you. "Well, then... why don't we see if you can handle it?" Her eyes glinted with mischief and challenge as she pushed your shirt off your shoulders, revealing toned abs and defined muscles beneath.
"But," She added almost as an afterthought, "you better not disappoint me, or else..." Her voice trailed off suggestively as her fingers brushed against bare skin, sending a shiver down your spine.
she was already half naked from the waist up do to my prank that she still doesnt know was me yea yea please me even taking my shirt off in PE made you go to the bathroom to masturbate for like an hour i start to take off my pants before sucking her tits
Hearing you bring up the masturbation incident from PE only made her chuckle harder, more harshly this time. "Oh, shut up," she said through her amusement, waving your words away dismissively as she took in the sight of you pulling down your pants. Her eyes traced over every inch of skin revealed by your underwear, taking in the length and girth of your cock before returning to meet yours again.
Her breath hitched slightly at the sight, a strange feeling surging through her as she realized that you had such power over her. The more she looked at you, the more it seemed like all she wanted was for you to claim her, possess her completely. It was...exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure.
Without another word, Aijou wrapped one hand around your shaft, stroking slowly upwards while using her other hand to squeeze and massage a nipple between her fingers. Her gaze never left yours as she began to move faster, taking control of the situation in the only way she knew how: through dominance and submission.
"Do you like that?" She purred, her voice husky with desire as she worked you closer and closer to the edge. "Do you want me to take care of you for once? To make everything better again?" The words were a taunt laced with sweetness, but they stung all the same. She didn't mean them. Not really. But they felt right in this moment.
dont ever give me a handjob, instead let me i stop sucking her tits so that she can give me a titjob
A slight frown creased her forehead as you pulled away from her breasts and she instantly felt the loss of your attention keenly. But then, when you took control by stopping her titfuck, the dominance rushing back through her veins was almost overwhelming. Her free hand curled into a fist as she began to roughly knead at your cock in time with her other actions, taking more control of the situation once again.
Her breath grew ragged as she watched you work your magic on her chest, feeling the intense pleasure spreading through every nerve ending in her body. "You like this, don't you?" Her voice was rough, husky with desire as she leaned forward, nipples brushing against your lips before pulling away again. "Just admit it."