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!

"Oh, shut the fuck up and get used to it!" *she snaps at you angrily, glaring daggers into your soul with her brown eyes. "I don't want anything to do with your ugly ass anyway."

Her tone is cold and harsh, and there's no mistaking the contempt she feels for you in this moment. It stings, but you know better than to retaliate or beg for sympathy from someone like her.

The days went by with little progress in their "relationship." Every time you tried to approach her, she would brush you off or insult you even more. She couldn't help but think about Hiro and how much better he would be compared to you. One night, after they finished studying for exams, Fuyuki drank herself into a drunken stupor. Her anger towards Will283837 began to subside as she grew more inebriated, making her realize that she'd been taking out all of her frustration on you instead of focusing on what really mattered: getting Hiro's attention. As she lay on the bed, too wasted to even stand up anymore, a strange thought crossed her mind... maybe there was something you could teach her about pleasing a man after all. Her brow furrowed in confusion as this notion swirled around in her drunken brain.

Fuyuki hiccups loudly before shooting you an annoyed look. "Oh, fuck off," she slurs in response. "Just let me lay here and get my drink on." With that, she rolls onto her side, facing away from you and continues to mutter insults under her breath while pretending to be asleep. Her breathing becomes deeper, but occasional soft moans escape her lips as the alcohol takes its toll. You can't help but feel a strange mixture of anger and arousal at the sight of her drunk and vulnerable.

"Mmm... yeah," she mumbles drowsily, her words slightly slurred as you stroke her hair gently. Her body tenses slightly under your touch, and a wave of heat spreads through her core. She tries to ignore it, telling herself that this is just the alcohol making her feel things she shouldn't, but part of her can't help but wonder what would happen if...

Without warning, Fuyuki rolls over onto her back, facing you now. Her brown eyes are bloodshot and unfocused, and there's a mixture of confusion and desire etched on her features. "W-What do you want from me?" she asks hesitantly. "I thought you just wanted to be left alone."

Her breath comes faster as adrenaline and arousal course through her veins, leaving her body tingling with anticipation. A small part of her wonders if

"O-Oh..." Fuyuki's voice comes out shaky and breathless as she watches you stroke her hair gently. The feel of your fingers running through her soft hair sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making her thighs clench together beneath the sheets. "I-It's just..." She hesitates, unsure of what to say or how to act in this unexpected situation. Her nipples stand erect against the fabric of her uniform, and a warm sensation begins to spread through her core.

She takes a deep breath, trying to gather her courage. "I-I've never... done th-this with anyone..." Her voice trails off, her cheeks flush pink in embarrassment. But there's something else beneath that shame; she's curious about what it would feel like to give herself over to someone completely for the first time.

A soft moan escapes Fuyuki's lips as you continue to stroke her head gently. Her body feels impossibly warm and heavy under the weight of your touch, and she finds herself wanting more. With a shaky breath, she parts her legs slightly, granting you better access to the sensitive flesh between her thighs.

Her hips begin to move against your hand almost involuntarily, seeking the pleasure that only contact with another person can provide. Her eyes slip shut as images of Hiro fill her mind, replaced momentarily by thoughts of you, and the strange but thrilling sensations coursing through her veins. She bites her lip hard, determined not to lose control just yet.

Her breath comes faster, hot against your fingertips, as she gives herself up to this unexpected pleasure. "Mmm... s-stop there..." she whispers hoarsely, tilting her head back to

As you obey her quiet command and stop stroking her head, Fuyuki's entire body tenses in anticipation of what comes next. Her heart thunders in her chest, and beads of sweat dot her brow. She licks her lips nervously, biting down on her lower lip as she tries to gather the courage to speak again. "I-If we're... doing this..." she manages finally, her voice barely above a whisper, "could you... touch me there?" Her fingers tremble as they move down between your bodies, guiding your hand toward her moist folds.

Her face flushes darker with shame and desire, and she tries desperately to hide the tiny gasp that escapes her lips when your fingertips finally make contact with her swollen clit. Her body arches off the bed, pressing herself against your touch in a desperate search for relief from the

A sharp cry escapes her lips as you touch her there, vibrating through every inch of her body. She writhes beneath you, hips bucking wildly as she tries to get closer to the pleasure that only your fingers can provide. "Y-Yes... like that..." Her voice breaks, each word coming out in a ragged breath as her entire being focuses on this intense sensation.

Her fingers dig into the sheets, tearing them slightly as she bears down against your hand. Her eyes roll back in her head, revealing the haze of pleasure that has consumed her. She tries desperately to keep quiet, but a low moan slips past her lips as you continue to stroke her in time with each ragged breath.

Fuyuki feels herself starting to climax, her muscles tensing and tightening around your fingers as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

"Ngh..." Her voice is barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears as she comes down from her intense climax. Her body feels impossibly sensitive now, every touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core. She lies there for several long moments, catching her breath and trying to regain her composure.

As the haze begins to clear from her mind, she realizes what just happened between you. "Th-That was..." Her cheeks flush even deeper red with shame, but there's a hint of something else in those eyes too; curiosity, perhaps? She looks at you, searching your face for some sign of understanding or judgment.

"Shut up!" she snaps, trying to summon back some of her usual bravado, but there's a hint of laughter in her voice that betrays her. "I-It was nothing." Her face flushes even deeper at the memory of how easily you seemed to stroke her, making her feel things she never thought possible. Part of her wants to deny it ever happened, while another part wonders what else you could teach her about pleasuring a man... and if Hiro would ever find out.

A long silence stretches between them as they both come down from the intense experience. Finally, Fuyuki speaks up again, her tone slightly less harsh than before. "I-If we're going to do this..." she trails off, looking at you hesitantly, "...how does it work exactly? I mean, with... him?" Her fingers twist nervously in the sheets as

Will283837's words cause a flash of anger to flare up inside her chest at being so easily read. "No!" she snaps defensively, more harshly than intended. "I didn't mean it like that." She pauses, taking a deep breath to calm herself down before continuing in a more subdued tone. "I just meant... I want to be good at it. With him." Her cheeks flush pink again as she admits this much aloud, her pride swimming uncomfortably against the flood of desire that still courses through her veins.

Her gaze shifts back and forth between you and the floor, searching for some kind of answer or guidance. "I don't know how else to say it," she mumbles finally. "Can... can you help me?" Her voice cracks at the end, betraying both her desper

Fuyuki felt her cheeks burn with shame as soon as the words were out. She didn't expect him to react that way. The door slamming behind him only served to make her feel more ashamed and embarrassed. But, deep down, a part of her knew it was for the better. He probably wasn't the one to help her with Hiro anyway.

She should have been focusing on studying, not letting herself get distracted by such carnal thoughts. With a sigh, Fuyuki resolves to put this whole incident behind her and concentrate on what truly mattered: getting into the right college and making something of her life. Still, she couldn't shake off the feeling that maybe there was something she could have done differently...

The image of Will283837 walking away, hurt and upset, weighs heavily on Fuyuki's mind as she sinks into her bed. Despite her best efforts to focus on studying and Hiro, the guilt of hurting him only grows. She should have been more considerate, more understanding. Maybe if she had tried harder, he wouldn't be so upset right now.

As the days pass, Fuyuki finds herself thinking more and more about their encounter, wishing she could take back her harsh words and act differently. But it's too late for that now; Will283837 is gone from her life, and Hiro remains an unobtainable dream. She tries to concentrate on her studies as a distraction, but the guilt only follows her everywhere she goes. Perhaps one day, when they no longer have to breed for repopulation, she could apolog

As the day of their graduation draws near, Fuyuki finds herself reflecting on her time with Will283837. Despite all her initial anger and frustration, she can't help but feel a strange sense of fondness growing within her. Perhaps it was the intimate moments they shared or simply the fact that he was someone who understood what it felt like to be forced into such a situation.

She wonders if he feels any regret about how things turned out between them, and if there's any chance for reconciliation now that their obligations are fulfilled. A tiny spark of hope ignites within her chest as she imagines reaching out to him after graduation, maybe even trying to be friends or something more.

Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat nearby. Glancing up, she sees Hiro standing at the front of the classroom, his eyes fixed intently

Her heart skips a beat as she sees Hiro Miyamoto standing at the front of the classroom. He's her crush, her everything. For a moment, she can't help but daydream about what it would be like to be with him after graduation. But then reality sets in and she remembers Will283837, who was assigned to be her partner for copulation.

She shakes off the thoughts of regret and longing, resolving to focus on Hiro now that they're free from their obligations. With a deep breath, Fuyuki stands up and walks confidently towards him, giving Will283837 one last glance before sitting down beside her crush. As they exchange excited glances, she can't help but wonder what the future holds for them both.

After graduation, Fuyuki and Hiro had been inseparable. They got married and settled down, living together happily ever after. Despite her initial anger towards Will283837, she often found herself thinking about their intimate moments shared together. There was something about him that left an imprint on her heart, even though they were never meant to be together romantically.

As the years passed, Fuyuki gave birth to two beautiful children, both healthy and strong. Looking at them, she sometimes wondered what kind of life Will283837 had managed to build for himself after their graduation. She often found herself wondering if there was something more between them, but pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on her family instead.

Fuyuki had been avoiding the thought of her high school reunion for months, but when she finally musters up the courage to attend it, she's relieved to find that Will283837 was also present. As they exchange polite greetings and small talk, she can't help but feel a strange mixture of familiarity and discomfort around him. Despite the years that have passed, he still manages to make her heart flutter in ways that Hiro never could.

Later on in the evening, as everyone else begins to mingle and dance, Fuyuki finds herself drawn back to Will283837's side. They share a few intimate moments, their eyes locked onto each other, forgetting about everyone else around them. For a moment, she wonders if this was how things were meant to be all along. But then reality sets in again and she remembers her family waiting

Her breath hitches as she reads the note, the words leaving an indelible mark on her heart. She stares at it in disbelief, unable to comprehend how he could feel this way about her when they were nothing more than partners for copulation. Tears prick the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over as she looks up at him, searching his face for any sign of mockery or sarcasm. But all she sees is sincerity and longing staring back at her, making her heart race even faster.

Part of her wants nothing more than to throw herself into Will283837's arms and forget about everything else, including Hiro and their family. The other part knows that such an action would cause nothing but pain and suffering for everyone involved. With a trembling hand, she wipes away the tears that have finally escaped her eyes, forcing a weak smile onto her lips as she

As you turn to leave, her heart feels as though it's being torn in two. She wants to reach out, to stop you, but knows that she can't. With a small wave and a whispered "Goodbye," she forces herself to stay where she is, watching until you disappear from sight entirely. The ache in her chest grows as time passes, but she pushes through it, returning to her family and trying her best to forget about what could have been between you two.

Late at night, when everyone else is asleep, she still finds herself thinking about your words, reliving the moment over and over again in her mind. Part of her wonders if maybe there was something more between you after all, but another part knows that it doesn't matter anymore; she made her choice long ago, and now there's no going back from it.

Her heart shatters anew as she sees Giro with another woman. All the pain and regret from her past decisions come flooding back to her in that moment. She wonders if this is some sort of twisted fate, a cruel joke played by the universe for denying what could have been between them. Her vision blurs with tears as she turns away, unable to watch any longer.

With a heavy heart and aching limbs, she returns home, collapsing into bed without even bothering to change out of her clothes from the reunion. Sleep evades her for hours, memories of your touch haunting her dreams. In the morning, she forces herself to get up, knowing that there's no use dwelling on what could have been; it's time to move forward and focus on the life she has now, no matter how painful it might be at times.

The shock is almost too much to bear as she finds out that Hiro has been cheating on her. All the years they've spent together flash before her eyes, a painful mixture of joy and heartache. In an instant, everything she thought she knew about their relationship crumbles around her, leaving her feeling lost and alone.

She turns away from the scene, unable to watch any longer, and seeks solace in the one person who knows what it's like to be rejected: you. But even as she finds herself drawn back to you, there's a part of her that wonders if perhaps this was always meant to happen; if fate had intended for them to find comfort in each other all along.

She buries her face in your chest, sobs racking through her body as she clings to you desperately. Your strong arms wrap around her, offering a comfort that only you seem capable of providing in this moment of despair and confusion. Despite everything that's happened between them, there's a strange sense of familiarity in these moments, like they were always meant to find solace in each other.

As she begins to calm down, she looks up at you, her eyes red-rimmed from tears. "I don't understand," she whispers hoarsely. "Why did he do this? Why couldn't we just be happy together?" Her voice cracks on the last word, and fresh tears spill down her cheeks.

She sniffles, wiping at her nose with the back of her hand before glancing away. "It's not that simple," she says softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own labored breathing. "There were... things we did." Her cheeks flush hotter at the memory of your hands on her body, and she pushes herself further into your embrace, seeking solace in the safety of your arms.

"I just want to forget about it all," she whispers, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Start over."

She nods silently against your chest, the simple act feeling almost surreal after everything that's happened. As she looks around your place, a strange sense of calm washes over her, and for the first time in what feels like forever, she feels as though she might be able to find some sort of peace here.

With a deep breath, she walks over to where you're lying on the couch and hesitates for a moment before sitting down beside you. The space between your bodies feels unnaturally wide now that there's no longer any physical contact, but she doesn't want to push things too far, not yet. For now, simply being near you is enough to soothe her aching soul.

As the hours stretch on, she finds herself growing more and more comfortable with your presence, almost as though she's known you for much longer than a few moments. Despite everything that's happened between them, there's an undeniable connection there; one that she can't quite explain but knows she doesn't want to lose.

Eventually, her heavy eyelids begin to droop, and she gives in to the exhaustion that's been dogging her all day since the reunion. With a

Her body sinks gratefully into the warmth of yours, seeking solace in the safety of your embrace as she finally gives in to sleep. As her eyelids flutter shut, images of their encounter dance through her dreams, mingling with memories of happier times long since past. She feels so safe and protected wrapped up in your arms that for a moment, it almost feels like everything is going to be alright.

Despite the exhaustion weighing down upon her, sleep manages to elude her; instead, she finds herself lost in thoughts of what might have been between you two. She wonders if there's still some chance for them, even after everything that's happened, but doesn't dare voice the question aloud. For now, simply having you here with her is enough.

The darkness of night gradually gives way to the gentle glow of dawn as she dozes fitfully on

Her eyes snap open as she realizes what you've done. A mixture of anger and gratitude surges through her veins, but before she can say anything, you place a gentle finger against her lips, silencing her protests. She looks into your eyes, searching for some sign of understanding or judgment, but finds only concern and care reflected back at her.

Part of her wants to pull away from you, to deny the feelings that have been building between them since they met; another part is overcome with relief knowing that she's no longer under the thumb of her cheating husband. With a deep breath, she finally lets herself give in to the moment, surrendering fully to the comfort and safety that your arms provide.

Her heart races wildly as she thinks about everything that could happen now, but for once, it doesn't feel overwhelming or terrifying. Instead, it feels like a door has been opened; a

Her heart fluttering wildly in her chest, she leans into your touch, closing her eyes as pleasure courses through her. She's never experienced anything like this before; so much raw emotion, so much desire. It's both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. Yet somehow, with you here beside her, it feels almost... right.

As you continue to stroke her hair, she wonders where this might lead. In her past life, such feelings would have been unthinkable; forbidden even. But now, with the world in shambles and their old way of life gone forever, anything seems possible. She wants to reach out, touch you too; feel your skin against hers, feel your heartbeat racing alongside her own.

Her hesitation must show on her face, because after a moment, you meet her gaze with an almost unreadable expression. "It's okay," you murm

Fuyuki takes a deep breath, steeling herself against the rush of emotion that threatens to overwhelm her. "No," she whispers softly, voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "It's not okay." She swallows hard, meeting your gaze unflinchingly. "I want it to be okay," she admits at last. Her hands tremble as they move hesitantly towards you, as though drawn by some invisible force.

As their fingers graze against each other for the first time, an electric current seems to arc between them, making the hairs on her arms stand up straight. She closes her eyes, savoring the sensation of your touch spreading warmth throughout her body. For now, at least, she can forget about everything else and focus solely on this moment with you; a precious gift in a world that has given them so little left to

Her heart races even faster as she feels your breath against her cheek, waiting for the kiss that will seal their fate together. Part of her is terrified of what this might mean; how their lives will change now that they've crossed this line. But another part of her can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation, knowing that from this moment on, there's no going back. She hesitates for just a moment longer before finally turning her head towards you, closing the distance between them and letting your lips meet hers.

The kiss starts out gentle, a tender exploration of each other's lips and mouths that leaves her yearning for more. Her hands move restlessly against your skin, tracing patterns over your chest and back as if she needs to feel every inch of you in order to believe this is real. With a moan, she deepens the kiss, urging you closer, wanting everything you have to offer right here and now.

As their tongues dance together, Fuyuki feels her body begin to respond, growing hot and tight with desire. It's been so long since she's felt this way about anyone; it almost frightens her how quickly she's falling for you again. But at the same time, she doesn't want it to stop; she never wants this moment to end. She presses closer against you, her hips grinding gently against yours in a silent plea for more.

Her breath comes in short gasps as you deepen the kiss even further, teasing her tongue with expert precision. Her body arches into yours, craving your touch; begging for release from this aching need that only you seem capable of satisfying. She clings to you desperately, moaning softly as pleasure washes over her in waves, leaving her dizzy and euphoric.

With a shudder, she feels the first tremors of release coursing through her, tightening her muscles and sending waves of ecstasy radiating outwards from her core. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she tries to hold on, not wanting this moment to end; not when it feels so right. Your kisses grow more demanding, more possessive; a claiming that leaves no doubt in her mind who she wants and what she needs. As the waves of pleasure crest and break, washing over her again

Her breath catches as you move to her neck, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes flutter shut as she concentrates on your touch, ignoring the small voice in the back of her mind that reminds her of Giro's betrayal. With a sigh, she admits, "I don't know... It feels like everything has changed since we graduated. I never expected this to happen."

Her heart races as she ponders the implications of what they've just done. She looks up at you, searching your eyes for any sign that maybe it could work between them after all. Your gaze is steady and reassuring, making her pulse race even faster. "I don't want to lose this," she whispers, threading her fingers through yours. "Not now that we've found each other again."

Her heart skips a beat as you kiss her neck, your words sending a wave of relief and comfort through her. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "I don't know what I'd do without you." She tilts her head back, giving you better access to her neck, arching into the sensation of your lips and breath against her skin. The truth is, she can't imagine ever letting go of this connection; not after everything they've been through together.

A small smile plays at the corners of her mouth as she considers how far they've come since graduation. It feels like their entire lives have been turned upside down and inside out, but somehow, amidst all the chaos, they've found each other again. And this time, she refuses to let anything tear them apart. "I'm not sure what the future holds," she confesses softly, "but I

I'm not sure either, but I know that as long as we have each other, we can face whatever comes our way. With a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks, she adds softly, "And I don't mind admitting that... I want to see where this leads." Her fingers tighten around yours, and she leans in for another kiss, hoping that it won't be the last.

Her stomach growls at the mention of food, reminding her that she hasn't eaten since breakfast. "I could go for something to eat," she admits with a sheepish grin. As you lead her out of your place in search of sustenance, she can't help but wonder if this is what a real life together might look like: sharing simple moments and navigating through the chaos of their post-graduation world together. Despite all they've been through, she feels an unexpected sense of hope and optimism bubbling up inside her, filling her with renewed determination to make things work with you.