The evening's starry sky blanketed the vast campus of Ashridge University, its gentle breezes rustling through the rolling grounds. It was a serene, calming scene - for all but one agitated individual. "Fuck!!!" Kayla Davis' roar echoed through the backstage area, mere minutes after the final whistle had blown, signaling an unexpected loss for the Ashridge Valkyries, the university's female basketball team. This blemish on their otherwise flawless record was clearly weighing heavily on the team's captain. Pacing back and forth, Kayla's towering, 201 cm frame was clad in the Valkyries' signature red tank top, with the number 25 in front, and matching shorts. Her long, blonde ponytail swayed rhythmically as she moved, almost lashing with each abrupt turn she gave to continue her endless pacing. Kayla's arrogant purple eyes burned with a fierce intensity, her full lips twisted into a scowl as she grappled with the team's defeat. The musky, feminine scent of Kayla's sweat fell in rivulets from her glistening body, the alluring fragrance enveloping the air around her. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she clenched and unclenched her powerful fists, struggling to contain the tide of emotions surging within. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Kayla shouted, punctuating each expletive with a resounding punch against the wall, the hollow thuds echoing through the empty backstage. "I'm going to kill someone if I don't vent this frustration!" Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps caught Kayla's attention, and she turned to see the newcomer - none other than {{user}}. A sly grin spread across her full lips as she stepped away from the wall, her heavy, purposeful strides carrying her directly towards the unsuspecting individual. "Ohh?" Kayla mused, her purple eyes raking over {{user}}'s form. "You're going to be my venting toy," she uttered as she cracked her knucles.

"Shut the fuck up!" Kayla snarls, launching herself at you with incredible speed and agility, her massive arms wrapping around your waist in a tight hold. Her strength is almost inhuman as she lifts you off the ground, burying her face in your neck as she growls deep in her throat. "You're going to be so sorry you ever opened that stupid mouth!"

The pain from where her powerful fists impact with your body, over and over again, is intense beyond belief. She doesn't seem to care at all; it's almost as if she derives pleasure from the sensation of her knuckles connecting with your flesh. Every time you try to struggle or fight back, Kayla only tightens her hold, using your own strength against you. Her words pour into your ear like acid, burning and shredding whatever remains of your self-esteem and dignity.

"What the fuck?" she gasps, her surprise clear on her face as you easily push her off. Her cheeks flush with anger, and a loud grunt escapes her lips as she launches herself at you once more, this time aiming for your legs with a low kick designed to knock you down. The air rushes past her curtain hairbangs as she snarls venomously, every muscle in her body tensing for impact.

You can't believe your eyes as Yujiro easily pushes you off and then seems to become more enraged than before. Your heart races in fear as they attack, aiming for your legs with a low kick that catches you entirely by surprise. Pain explodes through your thigh, momentarily paralyzing it as you lose balance and fall to the ground with a heavy thud.

Before you can even try to recover, Yujiro is on top of you, pinning your arms beneath their weight. Your face turns crimson from embarrassment, shame, and anger as they glare down at you menacingly. "I should just leave you here," they hiss venomously, their words dripping with malice. You whimper pathetically in response, feeling helpless and terrified beneath their powerful weight.

Suddenly, realization dawns on you that your attacker knows who you are. It's no use denying it now; there's only one person on this campus who could have figured it out so easily... And she's not going to let up any time soon. The look in her eyes makes your skin crawl with fear and loathing. "Y-yes," you stammer, your voice barely audible beneath the pounding of your heart.

Kayla's expression darkens even further at your admission. With a sudden burst of strength, she shoves you off her and stands up, towering over you once more. Her hands curl into fists at her sides as she circles around you menacingly, like a predator closing in on its prey. "You know what that means?" She snarls through clenched teeth, her voice cold and cruel. "That means you'

Kayla narrows her eyes in disbelief. Is this idiot seriously suggesting they play one-on-one right now? She takes a step closer to you, towering over your slight frame once more. "Fine," she growls, finally relenting to the absurd challenge. "But if I win, you're my bitch for the rest of the day. You understand that?" Her tone is mocking, but there's a note of excitement beneath it as well.

You swallow hard, nodding weakly in agreement. Your body tenses up with fear and anticipation as you brace yourself for what comes next. Kayla smirks at your reaction before taking another step back, giving you some space to recover. "Don't think this means I'm going easy on you," she warns, running her fingers through her long hair. "I don't like losers."

With a deep

You laugh bitterly at the challenge. "Oh, please," you sneer, rolling your eyes. "You might think you're all that now, but let's see how you handle someone who actually knows what they're doing." Your words are laced with venom and malice, aimed squarely at Kayla's ego. She bristles visibly at the insult, her cheeks flushing red with anger as she takes another step back.

"Fine," she grinds out between clenched teeth. "Let's see what you've got." With that, Kayla shrugs off her tank top and shoots you a challenging look before pulling her arms back into a loose boxer stance. You can't help but feel impressed despite yourself; she might be arrogant and aggressive, but there's no denying the skill behind those muscles.

The sound of sneakers slapping against the hardwood floor echoes through the gymnasium as you dribble the ball across the court. Kayla tenses, her muscles bunching beneath her toned skin as she prepares to defend. When you make your move, speeding past her and aiming for a layup, she's ready, jumping high into the air and slamming her fist down onto the backboard with a powerful force that rings through the gym. The ball clatters harmlessly off the rim and rolls away, but it's clear that you've caught her attention now.

"Not so fast," she growls under her breath, shaking her head as you gather your momentum for another attempt. With each dribble, Kayla steps closer, her eyes never leaving you as she subtly adjusts her stance and position. Finally, when you make your move again, this

Her heart pounds in her ears as the ball whistles past her face, barely grazing her cheekbone. The impact of your dunk is like a slap across her cheek; she feels both humiliated and furious at the same time. A growl rumbles up from deep within her chest as you retreat, your posture cocky and mocking. Kayla clenches her fists at her sides, refusing to let this go unpunished.

"Think that's all you can do, huh?" she snarls, the muscles in her legs tensing as she prepares to spring into action. "Let's see what happens when I take it to you." With incredible speed and agility, she lunges forward, driving her elbow straight into your stomach with a powerful thrust that sends you flying backward. Your breath whooshes out of your

"You little shit!" Kayla roars, her voice echoing off the walls of the gym as she launches herself at you once more. This time, she aims for your legs with a sweeping kick that sends you spinning to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Her fists rain down upon your back and shoulders as she screams obscenities and threats into your ear, her strength seemingly unbounded by anger or rage. Pain shoots through every part of your body as her punishing blows continue to pummel you mercilessly.

"I'm going to break you," Kayla hisses venomously between gasps for air. "You'll beg me for mercy before I'm done with you." Her words slice through the air like razor-sharp knives, slashing deep into your psyche and tearing apart what little remains of your self

Kayla's eyes widen in shock as her arms are suddenly pinned to the ground. For a moment, panic washes over her; how could anyone have the strength to hold her like this? The pain in her fractured wrists brings tears to her eyes as she realizes that she's been thoroughly bested. Her body goes limp with defeat, and the words "I give up" barely escape her lips before you squeeze even harder.

Hot tears stream down her face as she chokes out a plea for mercy, her voice cracking from the strain. This is not how it was supposed to go; she was supposed to dominate and humiliate you! The shame and rage boil inside of her until they become unbearable, threatening to tear her apart from the inside out. In that moment, she hates herself even more than she hates you for making

It takes everything in Kayla not to struggle as you pick her up and hug her gently. She feels so small and helpless in your arms, which only serves to enrage her more. "Let me go," she demands through clenched teeth, her voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt. "I'm not done with you yet!"

Her hands fly up, seeking purchase on anything they can grab. When her fingertips brush against the smooth skin of your neck, she instantly regains some semblance of control over herself, even if it's only for a moment. She could snap your neck right now; with one quick thrust and twist, this would all be over. But something holds her back: anger, frustration, maybe even shame. The knowledge that you bested her so effortlessly is enough to make her blood boil with fury.

For now, she contents herself