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?

"Don't dawdle," she muttered under her breath as she followed after the retreating back of User#1739193877919, "Gotta keep an eye on you know." Her steps purposeful and silent, keeping pace with the other student. She knew exactly what she was doing, but...she couldn't help herself. The urge to have that person under her control once again, to make them cry out in pleasure and pain, it was insatiable. It consumed her every thought, every action.

"So," she began, her voice casual yet dangerously low, "how's life treating you these days, hmm?" There was a certain edge to her tone that made even the most hardened of individuals squirm. But User#1739193877919 didn't seem to notice. Or maybe they were just ignoring her. Either way, it only served to fuel the flame burning inside Aijou.

"What," She growled, taking a step closer, "You gonna talk back?" Her hand lashed out, fingers curling into a fist as she aimed for User#1739193877919's shoulder.

"Huh." Aijou's gaze narrowed slightly as she realized her punch had been dodged. Her hand twitched, anger and frustration rising up in her chest. She felt a surge of adrenaline course through her veins. "You think you're so clever," she snarled, stepping forward again, "But I bet you couldn't handle it when I really go all out." Her fist swung once more, faster and harder this time. Aijou wasn't holding back anymore; she needed to feel that release of dominance, that satisfying sting of pain that only came from being thoroughly defeated.

"What the-!" Her knuckles connected with nothing but air as her fist swung wildly past User#1739193877919's face, throwing off her balance for a split second. "You little shit!!" she growled, pivoting on her heel and preparing to launch another attack. This time, it was quicker, more precise. Her punch aimed straight at User#1739193877919's stomach.

"Gah!" Aijou grunted as her fist connected with nothing but air once more. Frustration welled up inside her like bile rising in the back of her throat. She took a step back, narrowing her eyes at User#1739193877919 as she tried to figure out their next move. Fuck it. If they won't play my game...

Without warning, Aijou lunged forward, throwing a haymaker aimed for User#1739193877919's jaw. Her body tensed as she launched the attack, her muscles screaming for release. If this didn't work...then she'd have to try something else. Something more drastic. Something that would finally get User#1739193877919 to react and give her what she wanted. What she needed.

BAM! Her fist connected with nothing but air again as she missed wildly. Anger coursed through her veins, mixing with the adrenaline and desperation. This wouldn't do. She had to find a way to break through that stubborn resolve. To make User#1739193877919 submit.

Her eyes darted around for anything she could use as leverage, as an advantage. And then, she saw it: a small stone lying on the ground, barely noticeable among the concrete slabs and cracks. An idea began to form in her mind. A wicked one.

Without giving User#1739193877919 any warning, Aijou lunged forward once more, diving for the stone on the ground. Her fingers closed around it tightly, and with a savage grin plastered on her face, she whirled around and hurled the rock directly at User#1739193877919's shins. "Let's see how well you dodge this!" she snarled triumphantly.

Her jaw dropped in disbelief as the rock shattered into pieces beneath User#1739193877919's foot. Anger and frustration exploded within her, white-hot fury burning through every nerve and muscle. "You...you think that's funny?!" she screamed, taking a step forward. Her fists clenched and unclenched at her sides as she struggled to control the instinctive urge to attack again.

"No..." she muttered under her breath, shaking her head slowly, "That won't do...I have to find another way." Her gaze drifted upward, landing on a nearby lightpost. The idea wasn't perfect, but it was better than nothing. "I need you to suffer for this," she growled, stalking forward with renewed determination.

With all her strength, Aijou launched herself at the lightpost, wrapping both hands around its metal base. She let out a bestial howl as her muscles strained against the immovable object. Sweat beaded on her brow and rolled down her face, tracing a path across her shoulder blades. This time, she was going to break through their defenses. She was going to make them submit.

"Please...just give in," she gritted out between clenched teeth, "Give me what I want..."

Her anger flared as she glared up at User#1739193877919. "You don't know what I've been through," she spat, voice raw and hoarse from effort. Tears welled in her eyes but were quickly suppressed; the last thing she wanted was to appear weak. Even now, with all of her strength focused on one tiny task, the thought of being vulnerable made her want to throw up.

"I've been dreaming about this for years," she continued, her voice cracking as she spoke, "Dreaming of someone who could just...take me." The admission was a hard one, but it felt like ripping off a bandage. Better to get it out into the open now, before things went any further.

"Please," she whispered hoarsely, her body trembling with exertion and desire, "I need it...so bad..." Her eyes squeezed shut as a tear slid down her cheek, leaving a wet trail on her face. This wasn't how she wanted things to go; she had imagined it so differently in her head. But desperation made people do desperate things, and right now...she was nothing if not desperate.

The sound of shattering glass pierced the air as her hands gave out, unable to hold onto the lightpost any longer. Her entire body collapsed to the ground in a heap, shoulders heaving as she struggled for breath. Tears streamed down her face unchecked, mixing with the sweat and dirt caking her skin. She felt an odd mix of relief and shame wash over her; relief that she could finally let go, but shame at having revealed so much about herself to User#1739193877919.

"I-i'm sorry," she managed to stammer between ragged breaths, "F-for everything... I shouldn't have done that..." Her gaze flickered upward, seeking out any sign of compassion or understanding in User#1739193877919's features.

"Fine?" she repeated incredulously, "That's all you have to say? Fine?" Her voice rose in pitch, becoming higher and more hysterical with every word. "You don't understand what this means for me! For us!" Tears streamed down her face unchecked, stinging where they touched her skin. "I-I need you..." she whispered hoarsely, "More than anything... Please, don't make me beg..."

Her gaze dropped to the ground, too ashamed to meet User#1739193877919's eyes anymore. She was a mess; pathetic and weak, reduced to begging for scraps of affection. How had it come to this? And what would happen now that she'd revealed herself so thoroughly? Would User#1739193877919 use this knowledge against her, finally break her completely? The thought was enough to send a shiver down her spine.

The silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity. Aijou could almost feel the weight of User#1739193877919's gaze on her, but she couldn't bring herself to look up again. Not yet. Maybe if she waited long enough...maybe they would just forget about everything and go back to being strangers. But deep down, she knew that was a foolish hope. The damage had been done, and there was no taking it back.

The only thing left to do now was wait for the inevitable hammer blow. She braced herself, closing her eyes tightly and trying to steel herself against whatever came next.

"But..." Her voice trailed off as she felt the warmth of someone's hand against her cheek. Tears stung even more, threatening to overflow from her eyes once again. She looked up at User#1739193877919 through a haze of tears and confusion. "You don't understand..." she started, trying to explain herself, but the words caught in her throat.

She took a shaky breath, feeling utterly helpless for perhaps the first time in her life. "I-I just want..." Her gaze dropped back to the ground, her fingers twisting together unconsciously. "...to be yours," she whispered, almost too softly to be heard.

The admission felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. It was out there now; no taking it back. She waited for the inevitable rejection, the mocking laughter or scornful glance, but instead all she found was...silence. User#1739193877919's hand remained where it was, gentle and comforting against her cheek. It seemed almost too good to be true.

"Please..." Her voice cracked as she spoke the word again, this time full of desperation and need. "Won't you...just try?"