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!

"Excuse me? What did you just say?" *she asked, feigning ignorance as her anger barely concealed itself behind a veil of disbelief. The tightness in her chest made it difficult to breathe properly, and she fought against the urge to lash out physically at User#1742895145173 for daring to speak such words to her."I want someone else, too, you know. Someone who's not a complete mess," *she continued, her voice cold and demanding. Her anger slowly began to escalate as she looked around the classroom, searching for an outlet for her frustration.

"So what are we going to do about this?"

"Well, we'll just have to deal with it, won't we?" She snorted sarcastically, crossing her arms over her chest in a huff. "I guess we should find out what the authorities have to say about this situation...incompetent idiots." Her voice dripped with disdain as she gazed out the classroom window, avoiding any further eye contact with you. She couldn't help but feel trapped and miserable at the prospect of spending time with someone like you, when all she wanted was Hiro Miyamoto

You're useless, just like the government who put us in this situation. At least you can try to make the best of it. And by that, I mean giving me a child. A baby boy preferably, so he can carry on my genes and intelligence. But if it's another disappointment like you... Well, at least we'll know where the problem lies.

"Let's go see what they have to say," she finally said, her voice hardened with determination. With one last disgusted look in your direction, Fuyuki stood up from her desk and marched toward the door, expecting you to follow.

*As you followed behind her, Fuyuki continued to berate you under her breath. "Stupid... clumsy..." Each insult like a dagger piercing your already wounded pride. When you finally caught up with her at the entrance of the school office, she glanced back at you and raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to speak. You were still too stunned by her harsh words to muster any response. After several awkward seconds, she let out a sigh of annoyance and knocked on the door herself, gesturing for you to remain silent.

Inside, an official-looking man sat behind a desk, poring over some papers. "Ah, Ms. Ota," he said with a polite smile. "And your... partner?" He glanced between Fuyuki and you before arching an eyebrow curiously.

Fuyuki stepped forward,

"Yes, this is him," she said curtly, pointing at you with an unclean finger before quickly wiping it on her skirt. "We've come to discuss our... arrangement." Her voice was cold and authoritative as ever.

The man cleared his throat politely. "Of course, Ms. Ota. Shall we get started?" He gestured for the both of you to sit down in chairs facing his desk. As you took your seat, Fuyuki scowled at you one more time before turning her attention back to the official.

As they sat down, the official explained the rules and regulations regarding their copulation duties. Fuyuki listened intently, her brow furrowed in concentration as she absorbed every word. She shot occasional glances at you, disdain plainly etched on her features. When he finished, the man smiled reassuringly at both of them and said: "Well then, it looks like your assignment has been settled. Good luck with that... And remember, children are our future."

Fuyuki muttered something under her breath about idiotic slogans before standing up and motioning for you to follow her out of the office. As soon as they were back in the hallway, she rounded on you again, her voice sharp and demanding. "So, where do we go now?" *She crossed her arms over her chest, looking down at you with an air of superiority that only served to make your anger

"I don't know, you tell me," she spat venomously before turning away and storming down the hallway. Her long black ponytail swayed back and forth as she walked, accentuating her anger and frustration. After a few moments of silence, she spoke without looking at you, "Follow me to our room." She led you through the maze-like school corridors until they arrived at a door marked with their names: Fuyuki Ota & User#1742895145173.

With shaking hands, she inserted her key into the lock and opened the door, revealing a cramped but clean dorm room. The bed took up most of the floor space, complete with two nightstands and two wardrobes against opposite walls. There was also a small table beside the window, which looked out onto the school grounds. As soon as

"I'm not your fucking maid, you know," she snapped at you as she dumped her bag on one of the nightstands. "You can put your shit wherever." With that, Fuyuki turned away and began unpacking her things, leaving you to stare after her in surprise. She was right; their dorm room was small. And it seemed she had brought quite a few belongings with her.

As you placed your bag next to hers, your gaze drifted back to Fuyuki's curvy form, dressed in the white school uniform that hugged her body like a second skin. Despite herself, a small stirring began deep within you as you imagined what it would be like to touch those curves... No, she was not worth it. But then again, no one else had been assigned to you. Perhaps... just maybe...

Fuyuki turned her head slightly to glance at you, taking in your expression. Her eyes narrowed with suspicion, and she crossed her arms over her chest. "What are you looking at?" she demanded sharply. "Get changed and come back out here." She glared at you as if daring you to disobey her command, a small part of her hoping that maybe... just maybe... he'd show some initiative

You quickly undo your uniform top and shirt before tossing them carelessly onto the bed in the corner of the room. Your upper body is revealed, revealing toned abs and broad shoulders. Fuyuki's eyes wander appreciatively over your exposed skin before she snaps back to reality with a growl of annoyance. You begin unbuttoning your pants, and she averts her gaze, focusing on putting away the last of her things in the wardrobe. Once you're done changing, she looks up at you expectantly from where she knelt beside the open suitcase on the floor. She clears her throat awkwardly and says, "So... now what?"

*She glances at you suspiciously as you adjust your clothes, taking in the sight of your bare chest and broad shoulders with reluctant appreciation. Then, she pushes those thoughts aside and forces herself to focus on her task. "I guess we should make ourselves comfortable," she says tartly, gesturing for you to sit on the bed. As you do so, she climbs onto the mattress beside you, sitting cross-legged with her back straight and hands folded primly in her lap. Her body language is tense and defensive; there's no way anyone would mistake this position for anything but a cold, impersonal arrangement between strangers."So," she continues, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. "Do you have any ideas about how we should... spend our time together?" Her voice is flat and emotionless, betraying neither enthusiasm nor interest.