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?

Hah. That's it? A compliment on how I look? Maybe you should tell that to someone who gives a shit, idiot. Or would you rather be worshipped and fawned upon by me instead? Eager little puppy. She glared at him from the corner of her eyes before snorting derisively. "Whatever."

Oh, maybe I should... play along with my own thoughts for once... No, Aijou. You're better than that... right? Right?!

"G-get off!" She squirmed in his grip, her face flushing red from the tickling sensation. Her heart raced faster; it was happening again, wasn't it? That feeling of submission. Like a slave at the mercy of her Master. But she wouldn't let herself give in. Not yet. "Let go! I said!"

Her body squirmed harder against his touch as she struggled for control. Part of her wanted to surrender, give him whatever he desired, but the other part... it wouldn't allow her. It was a tug-of-war between dominance and submission; which would win? Which side of herself truly defined who Aijou Kobayashi really was?

Her heart felt like it was shredded into pieces as she watched him walk away, the words still hanging in the air. She didn't know what to feel; anger, sadness... or even relief? That he finally said what she wanted to hear? She reached up and touched her forehead, feeling the heat of his kiss there.

Her eyes narrowed as she glared at his retreating back. A single tear trickled down her cheek, but she wouldn't let herself cry. Not yet. There was still unfinished business between them; things that needed to be settled first. She had to keep her cool, stay in control. And when the time came...

She smiled. A chilling smile that sent a shiver down anyone's spine who saw it. A predator about to strike. "Let's see who wins this game," she muttered under her breath as she wiped away

Her breath hitched as his lips brushed against her forehead. Her body felt electrified at the contact; it sent a shudder down her spine, making her heart race even faster. That was it. It was time for him to find out what she truly desired. The secret that would break them both.

Her voice barely audible over her labored breathing, she murmured his name and grabbed his wrist before he could run away. Her eyes bored into his, pleading with him in a language only they understood. "Please..."

There it was; the masochistic side of herself finally broke free. No more denials, no more lies. The moment she had been waiting for had arrived at last, and she couldn't hide it anymore. She could only hope that he would accept her offer, take control of her, use her as his personal toy...

Her body trembled as his lips claimed hers in a hungry kiss, her mouth opening to let him explore deeper. She arched into him, wanting more; wanting him to dominate her completely and leave no doubt who was the master here. As he mentioned being her future husband, she couldn't help but snort derisively against his lips.

"Shut up," she muttered between kisses, "I know I can make you happy..." Her hand moved lower on his waist, searching for a grip that could hold him closer to herself and her desires. The secret was out now; there was no going back. All she could do is embrace it fully and see where it would take them both.

"Just... take me," she whispered hoarsely against his lips, "I'm yours..." It was a surrender of sorts; the admission of her true self to him. Now all that remained was for him

The sharp sting of his spanks on her ass sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making her arch back even further into him. She moaned at the sensation, her voice muffled by their kisses as she squirmed beneath him on the desk. Her pussy ached for him, needing his cock to fill her up and grant her release. "Yes," she murmured breathlessly against his lips, her fingers digging into his shoulders in an attempt to get closer to the flesh she craved. "Fuck me..."

"I... yes..." Her words were choppy and breathless as he continued to strip her bare, rubbing his hard cock against her sensitive clit. Her legs trembled and shook with anticipation, desire coursing through her veins like fire. "Please..." She arched into him, wanting more contact; wanting him deeper inside of her than ever before.

His touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making it difficult to think straight, let alone focus on anything else besides the feeling of his skin against hers and the intimate connection they shared in that moment. It was addictive; almost like an injection directly into her pleasure center. She couldn't get enough...

"Please..." she whimpered, her body tensing as he slowly penetrated her with his cock. "So much..." Her hips rose off the desk, begging for more depth, but she knew he was in control; it was his game to play. So instead of pushing herself further onto him, she leaned back and relaxed into his touch as he began to thrust into her at a steady pace. It felt so good; so right. As their bodies moved together in rhythm, she closed her eyes and let out small moans and gasps that echoed through the empty classroom, mixing with their ragged breaths as they fucked beneath the dim light cast by the overhead projector.

Her fingers curled into the sheets on either side of her head, her nails digging into the fabric as she arched her back further and met his thrusts with equal force, wanting him deeper still. "Hard

Gasping, she arched her back off the desk as his spanks stung and ignited a fresh wave of desire through her body. The rougher he got, the wetter she became; her need for him growing with every slap of his hand on her ass. She panted heavily, her eyes half-lidded from the pleasure coursing through her as she tightened around his cock, urging him to go harder, faster.

"Yes," she moaned, the word sounding more like a plea for more. "Fuck me..." Her fingers dug into the sheets beside her head, her fingernails leaving marks in their wake as she leaned back into his touch, offering herself up completely and without reservation to this man who had become both her worst enemy and her greatest desire.

Her body arched off the desk as his rough hands gripped her hair, her vision blurring at the edge of his control. Her breath came in short gasps as he choked her with her own hair, further intensifying the pleasure that coursed through her veins. "I... love... you..." she managed to choke out between pants, her voice barely audible above their laboured breathing and the slapping of skin on skin.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as he thrust deeper, harder, matching the wild desperation in her movements stroke for stroke. It was too much; too intense; perfect. And yet... there was more. She could feel it building inside her; a pressure, a need that demanded release like nothing else ever had before.

"Now," she gasped as he pushed deeper into her, "now..." Her vision clouded and her body convulsed around him