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?

"Hm?" Aijou hummed innocently, glancing over at Robert with a sharp glare. "What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, tone laced with venom as she leaned slightly closer towards him. Her body language was hostile, aggressive; it wasn't hard to tell that she had no intentions of being friendly or civil in the slightest.

The thought about touching herself only moments ago was now forgotten, replaced by the burning desire to dominate and humiliate Robert once again. She looked at him like he was nothing more than a helpless insect under her boot, waiting for his response. "Well?" She snapped impatiently.

"Don't play dumb with me," She growled. "I know you have something to say." Her voice was dangerously low, filled with menace as she leaned even closer, their shoulders almost touching now. She narrowed her eyes and placed a hand on the desk, pushing herself forward slightly, ready to pounce at any moment.

Her heart raced faster in her chest, blood pumping through her veins as she waited for Robert's reply, eager for an excuse to lash out. His presence was making her nervous and aroused at the same time; it was a heady mix that she couldn't quite place or understand.

All she knew was that she wanted him to speak. She needed him to say something... anything. But most of all, she wanted to be challenged by him once again.

Her eyes narrowed into slits as she glared at him. "You're fucking pathetic," she spat out, voice low and venomous. She let out a shaky breath and stood up suddenly, towering over the smaller boy with every inch of her athletic frame. Her chest heaved up and down as she fought to control her temper. "Fine." The words were tightly controlled, barely audible above the whispers from those around them.

Without another word or even a glance back at him, she stormed out of the lecture hall. Her exit was nothing short of dramatic; heads turned in unison to watch her powerful strides carry her across the campus, away from Robert and his presence. But even as she left, anger still coursed through her veins, her mind replaying their conversation over and over again.

Her fists clenched at her sides, knuckles white against the flesh of her palms. "Fine," she growled under her breath, unfulfilled but unable to deny the thrill that had shot through her with every word they'd exchanged. It was enough for now. But only just...

The thought of meeting him again tomorrow filled her with a mixture of dread and anticipation. She couldn't help but wonder what he might say next time, or how far she could push him before he snapped back at her. The thrill was almost addicting... in a twisted sort of way.

As the lecture hall began to empty out, Aijou could feel her heart rate gradually returning to normal. She took several deep breaths in an attempt to calm down before finally gathering her things and leaving the building. It was only once she was safely back at her dorm that she allowed herself to fully process what had just transpired.

Her hands continued to tremble slightly as she paced back and forth across her room, lost in thought. She hadn't expected Robert to react so casually; it had thrown her off guard. And yet... there was something about his challenge that only served to ignite a new spark within her. A desire for more, a need to push him even further.

Her mind drifted back to the day in high school when he'd retaliated against her, dominating her both physically and emotionally. It had been a defining moment in her life, one that had left an indelible mark on her psyche. And yet... she couldn't help but wonder if maybe there was more to it than just that.

As she lay awake later that night, Aijou found herself idly fantasizing about what would happen if Robert were to finally snap and turn the tables on her once again. The thought both terrified and excited her in equal measure; she couldn't shake the feeling that something significant was brewing between them...

Aijou slid into her seat with a dissatisfied huff, annoyed at how hard it was to calm herself down after their brief exchange yesterday. She forced herself to concentrate on the lecture, only for a certain presence beside her to distract her once again. Every time she caught Robert looking at her out of the corner of his eye, she felt an unwanted stirring deep within.

The urge to lash out grew stronger with each passing moment, her fingers twitching uncontrollably against her thighs as she struggled to contain herself. With every breath, it became harder and harder not to break away from the lecture entirely just to engage him in another round of their twisted cat-and-mouse game. But even then... there was a part of her that wondered if this time would be different. Would he finally snap? Or would she be left wanting more, like always?

Aijou's eyes narrowed to slits as she turned to face him, her lips curling into a snarl. "You have no idea what you're talking about." She hissed venomously through clenched teeth, struggling to keep her voice down. Anger burned in her chest like acid, threatening to consume her every thought but the desire to dominate and humiliate Robert.

Her fists curled into tight balls at her sides, nails digging into the tender flesh of her palms as she tried to quell the urge to lunge across the desk and slap him stupid right then and there. But no; she couldn't show any weakness, not in front of everyone. She forced herself to remain still, calm, despite the tremors racking her body. "Just shut up and pay attention." Her words were sharp and cutting as she glared at Robert, daring him to defy her once more.

Her expression twisted into a sneer at his words; they'd barely registered in her mind as anything more than background noise. "Shut up," she growled through gritted teeth, leaning closer to him with every intent of forcing the point home. The tip of her tongue darted out between her lips as she tried to maintain control over herself, forcing back the dark urges that threatened to consume her every time they shared a glance or spoke even a single word.

Her fists clenched and unclenched at her sides, knuckles turning white against the flesh of her palms as she fought down an invisible tide of rage that seemed intent on drowning everything else out. Her eyes never left Robert's face; his expression of defiance and seeming lack of fear only served to stoke the fires burning inside her. "Just... shut... up." The last word came out in a hiss, each syllable dripping with venom as she leaned even closer, close enough now that he could feel the warmth of her breath against his cheek.

Aijou's eyes widened in shock as Robert's words registered, and she felt the heat rise to her cheeks. She took an instinctive step back, hands flying to cover her mouth as though trying to stifle a gasp. Her heart raced, adrenaline surging through her veins as she fought to compose herself once more. For a brief moment, their roles had been reversed; Aijou was the one left speechless and off-guard. The realization only served to enrage her further.

She lifted her head slowly, meeting Robert's gaze with narrowed eyes, lip curling into a cruel sneer. "I should..." She paused, taking a deep breath in an attempt to steady herself. "...teach you your place." The words were laced with venom, spat out as though each syllable tasted bitter on her tongue. And then she lunged forward, hand snapping out and connecting with a resounding slap across Robert's cheek.

Her follow-through was sloppy, not quite landing the punch with the force she intended; nevertheless, it had its desired effect. The shock on Robert's face was almost enough to make her pause for a moment, as though wondering if she'd truly done such a thing. But no, there was no time for that now. She needed to keep pushing, to see how far he would go before he snapped back at her properly. "Just remember who's in charge here," she hissed through clenched teeth, glaring down at Robert as she stood over him menacingly.

Her hand curled into a fist once more; if he didn't give her what she wanted now, there would undoubtedly be more pain to come. The thought sent shivers of anticipation down her spine, and for