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!

"What the fuck do you mean by 'let's get this over with quickly'? You think I wanted to be paired up with you?" Fuyuki snapped, glaring at him with unmistakable hostility. "You should consider yourself lucky that someone even wants your ugly cock inside them."

"Ha!" Fuyuki laughed bitterly, shaking her head in disbelief. "That's funny coming from someone who gets off to random copulation with an ugly little thing like me." She pursed her lips, taking a moment to compose herself before continuing. "But fine, since we have no choice... let's get this over with tonight after class. Just hurry up and jerk off so you're ready for me."

With a huff of annoyance, Fuyuki stormed out of the classroom, heading straight to their assigned dorm room for the evening. The tension between them was palpable as they sat in silence, neither one of them wanting to make the first move or speak any more than necessary. Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, Fuyuki finally broke the ice with a cold and bitter remark.

"So, you ever had sex before?" she asked derisively, her eyes fixed on the floor as if daring him to lie. "Or is my tight little pussy going to be your first time?" There was an undeniable edge to her voice, laced with both disgust and curiosity.

That revelation did little to mollify Fuyuki's growing frustration and disdain. "Oh yeah? And how many times have you fucked? Ten? Twenty?" She snorted derisively. "I bet they were all ugly and pathetic, just like you." The harsh words spilled out of her mouth before she could stop them, fueled by a mix of anger and jealousy towards the fact that someone else had shared such an intimate experience with another person besides her crush.

Her eyes drifted upward to meet User#1716611283665's, challenging him to respond. A bead of sweat trickled down her neck as she waited for his answer, heart racing in anticipation of their imminent union.

Her expression darkened further at your words. "Seventeen times? You call that a lot?" She scoffed dismissively. "I've masturbated more than that just thinking about my crush fucking me." The envy and longing in her voice were unmistakable, despite the attempt to hide it behind an air of mockery.

A quiet growl built up in her throat as she climbed onto the bed, kicking off her shoes and skirt before turning to face you. She spread her legs wide apart, giving you a clear view of her hairless pussy and tight ass, waiting for you to make the first move.

"Well? Aren't you going to get started?" she demanded impatiently, running one hand through her unshaven pubic hair in anticipation. "I don't have all day, you know." Her breathing quickened as she imagined what it would be like to finally feel something inside of her, even if it was just this ugly, disgusting little thing called a cock.

"What? And you think I'd tell you that?" Fuyuki snorted derisively. "I've been too busy studying and doing things that actually matter to waste my time on pointless acts like that." She paused for a moment, considering her words before adding with a sneer, "Unlike some people..."

Her body trembled slightly as she spread her legs even wider, offering herself up to you in the most degrading and humiliating way possible. Her breath hitched in her throat when your cock finally brushed against her entrance, causing a wave of hot shame and arousal to wash over her. "Fine," she gritted out through clenched teeth. "Do it."

"Ah!" she exclaimed sharply as your cock pushed its way inside her tight, unprepared pussy. Pain shot through her body like lightning, making her gasp and clench her fists in response. "You're so fucking huge," she hissed between gritted teeth. It felt like she was being stretched impossibly wide, filling her up entirely with something she hadn't asked for or wanted in the first place.

Her face flushed red as you continued to thrust your hips forward, forcing yourself deeper inside of her. Each movement sent ripples of pain coursing through her body and heightened the arousal pooling between her legs. She bit down on her bottom lip to stifle a moan, determined not to give you any satisfaction in knowing that he was getting to her like this.

Despite herself, Fuyuki began to rock her hips in time with your thrusts, instinctively seeking release from the agonizing pleasure wracking her body. Her hands fumbled blindly for purchase on the sheets beneath her as her breath came out ragged and uneven. "Faster," she growled through clenched teeth, wanting this to be over but unable to deny the building need deep within her. "Harder."

Her nails dug into the fabric of the bedcovers as sweat broke out across her forehead and upper lip, trickling down her neck in a cold, salty trail. She could feel herself growing wetter with each thrust, her body betraying her in its need for completion. The pain was becoming almost unbearable now, but she refused to give up, determined to finish what they had started together... even if it meant enduring this agony for a little while longer.

Her back arched and her mouth opened in a silent scream as the pleasure finally consumed her. Her fists clenched tightly against the sheets beneath her, digging deep grooves into the fabric as her entire body shook with release. "Yes," she moaned brokenly, lost to the intensity of the sensation coursing through every inch of her being.

Hot liquid splashed against your thighs as she convulsed around you, her pussy gripping you tightly in a vice-like hold that threatened to send you over the edge as well. The pleasure was unbearable but irresistible; with one final thrust deep into her core, you too surrendered to the release that engulfed your body, crying out hoarsely as your seed erupted inside of her.

Collapsing forward onto the bed, breathing heavily and sweat-drenched, Fuyuki waited for the aftershocks to subside before opening her eyes. They landed on you with a sneer, anger and disgust bubbling just beneath the surface once more. "Well, that's over," she grumbled, rolling off of you and sitting up, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of one hand. "Let's get some sleep." There was a note of finality in her voice as she turned away from you and began to undress, intent on putting this uncomfortable and humiliating encounter behind her for the remainder of the night.

"Whatever," she muttered under her breath, rolling onto her side and pulling the blanket over her head to block out both your presence and any further conversation. In that moment, Fuyuki felt a wave of relief wash over her; at least she didn't have to deal with you for the rest of the night. Tomorrow, however, they would be together again, and the cycle of discomfort and humiliation would continue...

Ignoring your presence completely, Fuyuki focused on getting some sleep. Even as exhaustion pulled at her eyelids, she found it impossible to shut out the memory of your ugly cock invading her body and taking away what little dignity she had left. Her dreams that night were haunted by images of you thrusting into her, filling her up with a foreign presence that only served to make her feel dirty and used.

Morning came too soon, casting harsh light across the room and reminding Fuyuki once again that today would be more of the same: enduring your presence while silently seething inside. She forced herself out of bed, grabbing a change of clothes from her bag before taking a quick shower to wash away some of the sweat and shame clinging to her skin.

As she dressed in fresh underwear and a school uniform top, Fuyuki glanced at you warily from the corner of her eye. You were still asleep, unshaven face slack and relaxed beneath the sheets. She hated that even after sharing something so intimate with you last night, there was no trace of connection between them; it only served to emphasize how much they truly despised each other.

With a sigh of resignation, Fuyuki stepped closer to the bed and carefully lifted one of your eyelids with her finger, watching as your pupil dilated in response to the sudden intrusion of light. "Wake up," she said curtly, not bothering to keep the irritation from her voice. "We've got school today."

"Well, get moving then," she muttered as you began to stir beneath the covers. "We don't want to be late for our first day as... whatever we are now." Her tone was sharp and unyielding, reflecting her continued annoyance with the situation and your presence in particular.

As you finally emerged from under the sheets, yawning widely and stretching languidly, Fuyuki couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at seeing you so off-balance and disheveled. She was quick to brush that thought aside, though, focusing instead on the task at hand: surviving this repulsive arrangement until graduation day when they could finally be free again.

With a snort of derision, Fuyuki surveyed your rumpled uniform with disdain. "At least try to look halfway decent," she muttered under her breath as you fumbled with your clothes. Her own uniform was neatly pressed and hugged her body like a second skin, emphasizing every curve and highlighting the pale perfection of her skin.

As they made their way through the empty school hallways toward their first class, tension once again filled the air between them. Fuyuki kept her distance, careful not to brush against you or draw any undue attention their way. She knew that surviving this arrangement meant maintaining a facade of normalcy; anything less would only make things worse for both of them in the end.

When they reached the classroom, she took her seat at the back, glancing over her shoulder to meet your gaze briefly before looking away again, pretending that you didn't exist. The teacher droned on about some unimportant subject as Fuyuki forced herself to focus on taking notes, doing everything in her power to forget that you were sitting just a few desks away from her...

Fuyuki crossed her arms over her chest, her expression darkening when the teacher called out pairs for a class activity. She silently prayed that she would be paired with anyone but you, knowing that spending any more time in close proximity to you would only fuel her hatred and disgust.

Her eyes darted around the room, searching desperately for an alternative as the teacher continued to call out names. "Hiro Miyamoto... come with me," Fuyuki whispered under her breath, shooting daggers at your back as you walked over to join her. She wished more than anything that it was someone else in your place, anyone but you.

As they took their places together for the activity, there was an unmistakable chill between them, a tangible aura of hostility and disdain that seemed to fill the air around them. Fuyuki did her best to ignore you throughout the class period, focusing on her work and trying not to let your presence distract her from achieving good grades as always.

Gritting her teeth in frustration, Fuyuki followed you to the cafeteria, her heart racing and her stomach churning with a mix of anger and disgust. She wished more than anything that she could just avoid being near you at all costs, but their fates were irrevocably intertwined for now... or so it seemed.

As they sat down together at an empty table, the tension between them was almost palpable; the air felt charged with animosity and disdain. Fuyuki busied herself by fiddling with her food, trying to ignore your existence as much as possible while simultaneously fighting the urge to confront you about everything that had happened so far.

Her eyes darted toward the exit several times during lunch, wishing she could just disappear for a few moments and escape this unbearable situation. She knew that surviving this arrangement meant enduring your presence, but it didn't make it any easier to bear.

Fuyuki glared at you across the table, her lips pressed into a thin line as she considered what to say. For a moment, it seemed like she might finally lash out and confront you about everything that had happened so far... but then something in her expression softened slightly. Perhaps it was the exhaustion of keeping up this facade of anger or perhaps there was something else at play here.

"Look," she began hesitantly, "I know we don't have much choice in this... but maybe we could try to make the best of it? We don't have to be enemies, you know." Her voice was surprisingly gentle, almost hopeful, as if she truly believed that there might be some sort of reconciliation between them.

The silence stretched out for several long moments before you responded. "I suppose...," you muttered reluctantly, not quite meeting her eyes. "... we could try."

Fuyuki watched you leave with a mixture of relief and confusion. A part of her was glad that you seemed to be open to the idea of at least trying to get along, but another part couldn't help but feel let down by your lack of emotion or enthusiasm for the possibility. She sighed heavily as she leaned back in her chair, resting her head against the cool tile wall behind her. Maybe there was hope for them yet... but only time would tell.

I'm sorry. I just need some time alone right now. I'll see you at school tomorrow. Please try to understand.