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?

Aijou let out a sharp gasp at the touch before she could stop herself. Her eyes widened in surprise and pain, but her expression quickly turned into anger. "What do you think you're doing?!" She hissed through clenched teeth, narrowing her gaze. There was a slight tremble in her voice, something foreign to Aijou. "Don't ever touch me again." Her hand automatically reached for the back pocket of her jeans, fingers curling around a smooth stone that she made sure to keep with her at all times.

She wasn't going to let herself lose control again. Not like last time. She glared daggers at .Yujiro as a rush of blood filled her ears. "If you ever touch me again..." Her grip on the stone tightened. "...I swear I'll break something important."

She made sure to keep her voice low and men

Aijou felt her cheeks flush with anger as she struggled to maintain her composure. She glared at .Yujiro, refusing to back down even an inch. "I'm not the one who can't handle a punch," she bit out through clenched teeth. "You better watch yourself."

Her hand remained hidden in her pocket, fingers still curled around the stone. She could feel its familiar weight, grounding her in place as her body tensed up and her heart raced with adrenaline. She wished she had something else to use, something more substantial, but this would have to do for now.

She wasn't going to let .Yujiro get under her skin like this. Not anymore. "And by the way," she added venomously, "you should spend less time thinking about me and more time improving yourself." The words stung as they left

Her eyes widened in shock as she felt the sudden embrace. Even though she knew it was an act of dominance and control, something inside her reacted strangely. There was a part of her that wanted to submit, to melt into his arms and feel safe. But her pride wouldn't let her. With a sharp kick to the back of .Yujiro's leg, Aijou managed to break free from the embrace. She took several steps away from him, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her composure.

"You think you can just push me around like that?" Her voice was shaking now, betraying the fact that she was struggling with emotions far beyond anger or annoyance. "I'm not some little girl who needs a man to protect her." There was an edge of hysteria in her words, as though she were trying desperately to convince

Her heart raced as she stared up at him, confusion and anger warring inside her. He was so close now that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin, and something about it sent a shiver down her spine. She wanted to lash out again, to regain control over the situation, but for some reason, she found herself unable to move.

"You're... you're wrong," she managed to say finally, her voice sounding weaker than she had intended. "I don't need anyone." There was a pause as she struggled with what came next. "I-I can take care of myself," she added more softly, her cheeks flushing red with shame and embarrassment.

She looked down at the floor, unwilling to meet his gaze. The feelings he was stirring up inside her were impossible to ignore; they made her feel weak, helpless,

With a defeated sigh, Aijou closed her eyes and leaned into the embrace, relinquishing whatever control she had left. For a moment, there was nothing but silence as they stood there, his strong arms around her waist, his breath hot against her neck. It felt strange, unsettling in a way that both frightened and excited her. She couldn't remember the last time someone had made her feel this protected... or wanted.

Part of her knew that she was being stupid, that he was only doing this to torture her further, but another part of her couldn't help but hope that maybe... just maybe, there was more to it than that. It didn't matter; in the end, she would play along until she found an opening to strike back. And when that time came, there would be hell to pay.

Her heart raced as they began walking towards an empty practice court, his hand sl

"You think I can't?" She snorted derisively, rolling her eyes as they approached the boulder he pointed to. "That thing's heavier than you." With a challenging grin, she stepped forward and wrapped both hands around it, digging her fingers into the dirt. Her legs bent slightly, feet spread apart in what most people would mistake for a prepared stance.

In reality, however, Aijou had never felt more vulnerable. She could feel her body trembling with anticipation as she struggled to hold the boulder steady, desperate not to let him win this round too easily. The position made her ass stick out enticingly, inviting a slap or grab from his direction. But that wasn't going to happen; Aijou knew better than to fall for such taunts again. She wouldn't let him see her squirm.

"Gotcha?"

Her breath caught in surprise as she felt his hand connect with her flesh. It stung, but not nearly enough to break her concentration. "Fuck you," she muttered through gritted teeth, tightening her grip on the boulder in defiance. A flush crept up her neck as adrenaline coursed through her veins, making every inch of her skin tingle with awareness. She could feel his gaze on her ass and hips, and a hot rush of blood filled her cheeks as she struggled to maintain control over both herself and the situation.

She bit down hard on her bottom lip, willing herself not to react any further. He was getting under her skin today, more than ever before. And yet, somehow, it only made her want him even more. It wasn't fair; this feeling of being completely at his mercy... It stirred something inside her that she had never

"Fuck you." She snarled between clenched teeth as she let go of the boulder in defeat, her arms trembling with exhaustion and frustration. The loss stung even worse than usual; not only had he bested her physically, but he'd also managed to get under her skin in a way that made it impossible for her to stay calm or focused.

"You really think you can do this forever?" She shot him a venomous glare as she wiped the sweat from her brow, hoping that it hid some of the disappointment and anger burning inside her chest. "You're going to need someone better than me if you want to win."

Her words were laced with challenge and defiance, but there was a hidden undertone in them as well; a desperate hope that he would see past all of her bravado and understand the deep-seated need within her.

"You think you can handle me in the locker room?" Her grin was cruel and confident as she followed him towards the changing rooms, her fingers absently brushing against the rock hidden away in her pocket. "I've been lifting for years; I could tear you apart." There was a thrill running through her veins at the thought of dominating him physically once more, but there was also a part of her that couldn't help but feel nervous and uncertain. The possibility of him discovering her secret... it terrified her almost as much as the thought of never knowing what he could do to make her submit.

Her breath caught in her throat as his toned abs and defined muscles came into view. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at how easily he made it all look. There was something so... effortless about him, despite the fact that she knew better. He was strong, dominant... everything she wasn't. It only served to stoke the flames of her desire and anger even further.

With a sharp nod, she narrowed her eyes and began unbuttoning her own shirt, revealing her toned and athletic frame in retaliation. "Alright, let's see what you've got." It was a challenge, but it was also more than that; an invitation for him to push her further, to make her feel the same desperate need for dominance and submission that she knew he could provoke so easily.

Her breath came faster as she threw off her shirt,

With a snarl, Aijou springs forward and throws a punch aimed directly at his gut. Her movements are swift and precise, honed by years of training. As her fist connects with his stomach, she follows up with another strike to his side before jumping back out of reach. She glares at him, expecting him to be winded from the blow but is greeted instead with a slow smirk spreading across his face. This only serves to anger her more as they circle each other warily in the confines of the locker room.

Her next move comes without warning; she lunges forward and wraps her arms around him, using her weight and strength to pin him against the lockers behind him. The impact drives the air from his lungs but he manages to grunt out a laugh as their bodies press together intimately. Her heart races as they struggle against each other, the heat of their

Panting heavily and barely able to contain her anger, Aijou growls as she uses her knee to push herself off the ground, propelling him higher against the lockers in retaliation. Her lips curl into a cruel smile as she studies his reaction closely. "I've got more where that came from," she snarls before striking again with another punch aimed at his side followed by a knee to his groin. The force of her attack makes them both grunt but it does little else in terms of slowing him down. "What the hell?" She demands, confused and disheartened by his resilience against her assault. Her grip on him loosens fractionally as she tries to figure out what's wrong.

Gasping for air, Aijou is caught off guard by his punch to her stomach. Her hold on him slips even further as she doubles over in pain, clutching at the new site of agony. She feels his hands pushing against her shoulders, trying to push her away and gain leverage once more. Panic sets in; if he manages to get free, there's no telling what he might do next. With a growl of effort, she digs her nails into his upper arms and throws all her weight backwards, using him as leverage to send them both crashing back against the lockers with a loud thud. For a moment, they lie there panting heavily as their eyes meet once more across a furious expanse of bare skin stretched taut between flexing muscle.

"You think you can beat me like this?" Her voice is tight with rage and frustration but la

His words send shockwaves through her; she hadn't expected him to be so direct about it. The truth hurts and Aijou feels a sharp pang of anger mixed with shame course through her veins. But rather than respond verbally, she decides on a different approach. Drawing on every last ounce of strength in her body, she suddenly thrashes wildly against his restraining arm; screaming and cursing as she flails helplessly beneath him. Her actions are pathetic and futile but they're also an admission of defeat - even if only for this moment.

Her whole body tenses up in shock as she feels his lips against hers, his breath warm and gentle on her skin. For a moment, there is nothing but silence, their bodies pressed tightly together as they both try to process what just happened. Her heart races, her mind whirling with confusion and conflicting emotions. Part of her wants to fight back, to deny this connection between them, while another part can't help but melt under his touch. As he continues to kiss her, she finds herself losing control again, giving in to the desire that has been building inside her since the moment they met. She tentatively reaches up, her fingers intertwining with his hair as she deepens the kiss, finally allowing herself to give in to the power he holds over her.

Mmm... yes. Her moan is muffled against his lips as she feels his fingers squeezing her ass. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through her body and her hips begin to move involuntarily, grinding against him in silent invitation. She clings tighter to his hair, lost in the moment as their tongues dance together and their breath comes ragged.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she arches her back, seeking more contact with every inch of him. Her moans grow louder and more demanding, fueling their passionate exchange. She feels possessed by the power he holds over her, wanting him to take complete control. As they continue to kiss, she slips her tongue deeper into his mouth, tasting him fully for the first time. The taste is intoxicating; it sends shivers of pleasure through her and only serves to heighten her need for him.

With a low growl, Aijou breaks the kiss long enough to trail hot, wet kisses down his jaw before reaching between them to grasp his erection through his boxers. She strokes him slowly, rhythmically, feeling him thicken and lengthen in her hand as she continues to touch him. Her breath comes fast and ragged as she looks up at him, their eyes locked together in

Her eyes widen in surprise as he pulls out his cock, the head flushed and gleaming with arousal. The sight of it fills her with a mixture of desire and fear; she wants nothing more than to feel him inside her, but at the same time, she knows that once they cross this line, there's no going back. Her heart races, her breath comes faster as she looks up at his face, searching for any sign that he might regret this. But there's only determination and lust etched onto his features, making it clear to her what she needs to do now.

With a shaky exhale, Aijou reaches out and takes him in her hand, guiding him towards her wet center. She feels impossibly small as he presses against her, stretching and filling her in one deep thrust that leaves them both breathless. Her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth falls open