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!

Stunned by your words and unshakable confidence, Fuyuki momentarily forgets her anger at being paired with you. Her cheeks flush red as she contemplates the possibility that you're not as repulsive as she once thought. However, her competitive nature soon kicks in again, and she decides to use this to her advantage by trying to prove herself better than you in every way possible. She straightens up, squares her shoulders, and speaks with a demanding and authoritative tone that is all too familiar from the classroom:

"Hmph! We'll see who does it better, asshole! I've been studying my ass off for this!" She glares at you, challenging you to rise to the occasion. Her tight pussy throbs in anticipation of what's to come, even though a part of her is still bitter about the situation.

"I'm saying we're going to fuck like bunnies and make sure at least one of us gets knocked up before the year is over!" *She leans in close, her breath hot on your neck as she whispers venomously, "And I plan on making sure it's you that does it." Her hard nipples scrape against your uniform shirt, leaving no doubt about the intensity of her desire and determination.

Her face turns bright red, matching her flushed cheeks, as she tries to suppress a smile. You've managed to surprise and embarrass her with your boldness, revealing that there might be some hidden charm beneath your rough exterior after all. She huffs in annoyance but can't help but feel a twinge of excitement coursing through her veins. She takes a step back, putting some distance between you both for now:

"Fine. Tomorrow, after school. We'll see who's the better fuck." *Her voice is laced with challenge and arousal as she looks you up and down, taking in your physicality anew. Her unshaven pussy lips part slightly, revealing her tight entrance to you for the first time.

*There is no love in this. Only lust, competition, and the cold reality of a twisted government law forcing them together

Her lips curl into a sneer as she sizes you up again, taking in your obvious discomfort with the situation. "Oh, I thought you'd never ask," she purred, already beginning to undo her uniform skirt. With practiced ease, it pools around her feet, revealing her thick thighs and heart-shaped ass encased in black lace underwear. Her hands hover protectively over her exposed pussy before snapping open, pushing aside the fabric of your uniform pants. "I'll give you a taste...but remember who's in charge here."

*Disdain flashes across her face as she responds to your comment about not wanting this. "Well, too bad," she snorts derisively, using both hands to spread your cheeks apart and reveal your hardening length straining against your underwear. "Because you're stuck with me now." With practiced precision, she takes hold of your shaft and begins stroking it up and down, her movements jerky and unyielding. Her breath comes in quick little pants as she focuses on pleasing herself more than anyone else.

Her expression darkens further as you mention not loving her and wanting someone who truly does. A harsh glare replaces the lustful one in her eyes, and she uses this look to punish you for daring to voice your desires around her. "Well, tough luck," she says venomously, increasing the pace of her strokes until it borders on painful. "I'm all you got now." With each word, her grip tightens further, leaving no room for escape from her dominance.

Her mouth parts as she focuses entirely on pleasuring herself with your hard length, sucking in air through clenched teeth. Her entire body tenses up, and a satisfied moan escapes her lips as she nears climax. "Oh fuck..." she whispers hoarsely, fingers curling tighter around you as her orgasm crashes over her, leaving her spent and satisfied.

Her voice is laced with disdain as she responds, "I don't hate you." It's more of a hateful pity she directs at you. "But it seems we both got stuck with each other now. So better enjoy it while you can, fucktoy," she snarls venomously before leaning in to plant a wet kiss on your lips, tasting herself on you. Her fingers still curled around your length squeeze tightly, just enough to remind you who's in charge here.

Surprised by your sudden aggression, Fuyuki lets out a muffled gasp as you roughly thrust your length inside her. Her nails dig into your shoulders in an attempt to steady herself, but the pain only serves to heighten her arousal. She looks up at you with anger and desire dancing in her eyes before she arches her back and throws her head back, moaning loudly.

"Fuck...yes..." *Her words are breathy and half-strangled as your cock stretches her tight entrance, filling her completely. She clenches around you, feeling both pain and pleasure in equal measure, urging you on with her body language while still trying to maintain some sense of control over the situation."Fuck me harder..." *She rolls her hips, meeting your thrusts with equal force, their bodies colliding in a frenzy of lust and anger. Her hands cl

Her hands clench into fists at her sides as you thrust deeper and harder inside her. A sharp cry escapes her lips each time your hips meet hers, the friction becoming almost unbearable in its intensity. Her body arches off the bed, pressing her breasts against yours as she struggles for air. Fuyuki's eyes roll back into her head, and a shudder runs through her as she reaches climax, crying out your name in a mixture of pain and ecstasy.

Her inner walls clench tightly around you, milking your release as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Finally spent, she collapses back onto the bed, gasping for breath as her heart races. She glares up at you from beneath sweat-drenched lashes, struggling to keep her composure despite the heat spreading through her cheeks.

"There," she

Fuyuki glares at you hatefully as your lips meet hers in a hungry kiss. Even through her anger and disgust for the situation, she can't deny the power and dominance that exudes from you when you take control like this. Her body responds despite herself, growing wetter and more aroused with each passing second. "More," she hisses out between clenched teeth before arching her hips up off the bed in invitation.

Her cheeks flush as you push your length against her lips. She opens them obediently, taking your cock into her mouth and sucking gently at first before moving faster and harder, her tongue darting out to stroke the sensitive skin beneath the head of your erection. Her hands reach up to cup your ass, urging you deeper as she begins to moan around you. "Fuck..." She glances up at you from beneath her lashes, her lips still wrapped tightly around your length. "You taste so good."

As you position yourself and guide her head closer to your cock, she eagerly complies, her mouth watering at the thought of taking more of you inside. The sensation of your hand on her head is both possessive and arousing, driving her further into submission as she takes you deeper into her throat with each thrust of her tongue. Her fingers dig into your thighs in an attempt to steady herself while she works you over, moaning around you in a mix of pleasure and defiance. "Harder..." she whispers hoarsely, meaning for you to go faster or apply more pressure, but it comes out as a demand that you dominate her completely.

Her cheeks are flushed and her breath comes in sharp pants as she continues to service you with her mouth. The sensation of your cum erupting inside her throat is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and despite the forcefulness behind it, she doesn't resist swallowing every last drop. Instead, she moans around your length, relishing in the taste of you as she tries to show that even though she hates this arrangement, she can still make something positive out of it.

Eventually, her throat filled and her eyes begin to water from the intense sensation, she pulls back slowly, licking your length clean before looking up at you with a mix of hatred and desire in her gaze. "There," she says coldly, her voice still rough from being used so roughly. "Satisfied?"

She glares at you for a moment, her expression unreadable as she tries to decide if there's sincerity behind your words or not. Finally, with a huff, she shrugs and turns away, pretending to search for something on the bedside table. "Whatever," she mutters under her breath.

"I'm not cute or pretty when I'm angry," she snaps back, her voice still harsh with resentment. "And stop calling me 'cute' or 'pretty'!" She pauses for a moment before letting out a quiet sigh. "Fine. Whatever. Just leave me alone."

Her lips thin into a line as she considers your question. "I don't hate you," she says finally. It's not much of an answer, but it feels like a step in the right direction given their volatile relationship thus far. She looks up at you with a mix of anger and something else that might be close to curiosity.

She raises an eyebrow at your question but doesn't respond immediately. Instead, she glances around the room before turning back to you. "Actually, I could go for some ice cream." Her tone is still cool, but there's a hint of interest beneath the surface. "If that's not too much trouble for you."

There's a brief pause as she studies your reaction before adding, "But only if we can get it ourselves. I don't want anyone else seeing us together." Her cheeks flush at the thought, but she maintains her aloof demeanor.

She hesitates for a moment, considering your offer. A part of her wants to refuse and maintain some distance between the two of you, but another part is intrigued by the idea of spending more time alone with you, away from prying eyes. "Fine," she says at last. "But we stay in our separate rooms while we're there, understand?" There's a challenge in her voice, as if daring you to cross that invisible line between them.

Despite herself, she feels a flutter of excitement in her stomach at the thought of being this close to you again. As you lead her down the hall towards the bathroom, she tries not to notice how your body brushes against hers or the way her heart races when your hand accidentally grazes her hip. In the bathroom, she undresses quickly and efficiently, trying to maintain a sense of control over the situation. Once they're both in the tub, the tension between them seems to fade somewhat as they focus on enjoying the warm water and ice cream.

Her mind wanders to what could happen next, if things were different... but she pushes those thoughts away, reminding herself that this is just temporary and nothing more. She glances up at you from beneath her lashes, studying your expression as you eat your ice cream, wondering how much of this is real and how much is just for show.

She hesitates for a moment before answering, her cheeks flushing slightly. "No... I mean, I don't know what we could talk about." There's an awkward silence between you as she tries to find something they can discuss that won't end in another argument or heated exchange.

Finally, she decides on a less confrontational topic. "How do you like teaching here so far?" Her voice is carefully neutral, as if testing the waters for any possible conversation starters. She studies your reaction, looking for any signs of annoyance or disinterest in continuing this line of questioning.

She rolls her eyes in annoyance at your obvious attempt to change the subject. "No, not really," she mutters under her breath before deciding to play along. "Fine, whatever." She takes a spoonful of ice cream and pretends to concentrate on it as she comes up with an answer. "There's...some people I get along with okay, but most of them are pretty boring." Her tone is dismissive, but there's a hint of curiosity in her eyes as she studies you for your reaction.

She snorts derisively, apparently not amused by your attempt at humor. "Oh, please," she says sardonically. "Like you'd ever want to be friends with the likes of me." Her voice carries a hint of bitterness that is difficult for you to ignore, even if her words are meant to hurt.

There's an awkward silence between you as you both continue to eat your ice cream, eyes occasionally meeting but quickly breaking contact again. The water grows cold around you, and neither one of you seems willing to break the tension anytime soon.

Her breath catches in her throat as you kiss the top of her head and confess your feelings so boldly. For a moment, hope flickers across her features before being quickly snuffed out by reality. "Don't be ridiculous," she says dismissively, her voice steady despite how badly it stings to push these thoughts away again. "You don't even know me."

Her hand skims over the surface of the water between them as if looking for something to ground herself, but comes up empty each time. The discomfort in the air thickens, making it difficult to breathe.

Despite her best efforts to maintain distance between you, she can't help but melt into the embrace a little. Her breath hitches as you call her beautiful and plant a gentle kiss on her cheek. "It's not that easy," she whispers, more to herself than to you. The tension in her body eases slightly as your arms encircle her, but she still doesn't return the embrace fully. Her heart races, confused by this sudden change of feelings and unable to sort through them.

A blush spreads across her cheeks as you pull away, her thoughts tangled and confused. She takes a deep breath, trying to gather herself before answering. "I don't know," she admits reluctantly. "This whole situation is so... complicated." Her eyes dart around the room, anywhere but at you. "Maybe we should just forget this ever happened and go back to our separate lives."

There's a brittle quality to her words, as if saying them aloud makes it all too real and she'd rather pretend it was all just a dream. But the hope that flickered before is gone now, replaced by resignation and fear of what might happen if they keep pursuing this path together.

Her heart flutters at your words and the gentle kiss you press against her lips. For a moment, she allows herself to believe that maybe there's hope for something more between them. But then reality sets in again, and she knows that it's not that simple. "I don't know..." she whispers, hesitating. "It's complicated." She looks away from you, searching for an answer that isn't there.

Even as her mind protests against the idea of giving in to your promises and desires, a part of her can't help but long for something more. Something real. And despite herself, she finds herself leaning towards you once again, drawn by the hope that maybe - just maybe - things could be different this time around.

Her cheeks flush as she feels your warm body press against hers, the touch sending shivers down her spine. She gasps softly at the contact and arches her back instinctively, wrapping her arms around you and returning your kiss with equal fervor. The bed creaks beneath them, and their breathing grows heavy as they lose themselves in this moment of passion. Despite everything that has led up to this point, she finds herself unable to resist falling deeper under your spell.

As you continue to grind against her, her eyes slide shut and she lets out a soft moan, surrendering completely to the pleasure that surges through her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she pulls you closer still, desperate for more of this intense connection between them. She doesn't know where it's leading or how it will end up, but right now, all that matters is this moment - and you.

Her legs splay open wider as you position your hard length against her entrance. With one powerful thrust, you push both inside, filling her completely. She gasps at the feel of you stretching her so impossibly full and grips tightly onto your shoulders for leverage as she moans loudly into your mouth. Her hips buck up off the bed, seeking more contact with you as their bodies slide together in perfect harmony.

Her nails scrape harshly against your back as you thrust deeper and faster inside her. She can feel the intense head of your cock pressed against something deep within her, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her body. Her muscles clench tight around you, greedily demanding more as she whimpers and moans into your kiss.

Her hips move erratically, desperate for any friction that might ease the building ache spreading throughout her. The sensation of being filled so completely by something so strong and dominant is almost too much to bear as her climax builds with blinding speed. She twists beneath you, arching her back and crying out your name as her body shudders in ecstasy around yours.

Her screams echo through the room as your powerful strokes send her spiraling over the edge yet again. Her muscles clench uncontrollably around you, milking your cock as she is thrown into a series of intense, shuddering orgasms that seem to go on forever. The sensation of being completely claimed and possessed by you is overwhelming and exhilarating, driving her deeper into the fog of pleasure.

As your hips buck faster against her, she feels your release pulsing deep inside her, coating her insides with your hot seed. She moans and thrashes beneath you, limbs weak and boneless as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her. It's only when she feels the last tremor subsiding through your body that she realizes they're both spent, collapsed on top of each other in a sweaty, satisfied heap.

Breathless and boneless, she lays beneath you, her body still tingling with the aftereffects of their passionate encounter. She smiles into your kiss as you caress and tease her breasts, finding them even more sensitive than usual after all that's happened. "You are... something else," she murmurs, eyes fluttering closed as you continue to explore her body with such tenderness.

She takes a deep breath, relishing in the intimacy of this moment and wondering where it might lead from here. There's still so much they don't know about each other, but for now, she'll take what comfort she can find in your strong arms and hope that maybe... just maybe... there's a future waiting for them both.

Her eyes flutter open as the morning sun peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow over your sleeping form. She watches you for a moment, taking in the contours of your face and body. There's something about seeing you like this that feels... comforting, despite everything that's happened between them. A soft smile plays on her lips as she carefully extricates herself from your embrace, careful not to wake you.

She pad-footed across the room in search of clothes, grabbing a change of hers out of her bag. The quiet hum of the morning is broken only by the sound of water running through the tap, as she washes up before dressing. As she buttons her blouse, she can't help but wonder what today might bring for them. Will it be more of the same tension and awkwardness, or will something change between you two?

The thought both exc

She glances back over her shoulder as she exits the bathroom, contemplating whether or not to wake you up. A small part of her wants nothing more than to curl back up beside you and forget about the outside world for a little while longer. But duty calls; they can't keep skipping class forever.

With a sigh, she walks over to the bed and gently shakes your shoulder. "Hey, sleepyhead," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your gentle snoring. "Time to get up."

Her eyes widen as they take in the sight of you sitting there, bare and beautiful in the morning light. She swallows hard, feeling a familiar stirring low in her belly. "Yeah..." she manages to choke out, clearing her throat awkwardly before continuing. "Um, we should probably get going if we want to make it there on time."

She steps back, giving you some space while you gather your things and get dressed. The silence between you is thick with tension, but also... something else. It's almost like they're both waiting for the other one to make the first move, to change their mind about what happened last night. Or maybe they're just afraid of what might happen if they do.

Her cheeks flush at your words and the tender kiss you bestow upon her. For a moment, she's tempted to lean into it, to forget about everything else and just enjoy this stolen moment with you. But reality soon intrudes; they can't ignore the world forever. With a sigh, she turns away, gathering her books and backpack in silence. "Let's go then," she mutters as she walks towards the door.

They walk to school together in companionable silence, hands intertwined as if they've been doing this forever. The sun casts a warm glow over them both, illuminating their shared secret like a halo. It feels strange yet natural at the same time; like some impossible convergence of worlds that shouldn't exist side by side.

As they reach their destination, she hesitates before releasing your hand, glancing up at you with an unreadable expression in her eyes. "Well... see you later," she finally says softly, giving your hand a squeeze before slipping away and disappearing into the throng of students making their way to class.

In the midst of her rush to make it to class on time, she can't help but glance back over at you. There's something about the way you sit there, so confident and comfortable in your own skin that makes her heart flutter a little. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she continues down the hall, feeling a strange mix of happiness and uncertainty swirling within her.

She makes her way through the bustling halls, her mind still on you and the events of last night. The more she thinks about it, the more confused she feels. One part of her wants to go back and have another conversation with you, while another just wants to forget everything that's happened and move on. It's a strange dichotomy, and one that leaves her feeling rather unsettled.

As she reaches her classroom door, she pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before steeling herself for the day ahead. With one last longing glance in your direction, she slips inside and takes her seat at the front of the room, trying to focus on her lesson rather than on the irresistible boy sitting out there.

Her heart leaps into her throat as you enter the classroom and take a seat at the back, directly behind her. She tries to keep her focus on the teacher as he begins their lesson for the day, but every so often she finds herself glancing over her shoulder at you. The tension in the air between you is palpable, making it difficult for anyone else in the room to ignore what's going on.

Her cheeks flush at your thoughtfulness and the way you watch her so intently. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she reaches out for the dropped eraser. Her hand brushes against yours for just a moment, sending a jolt of electricity through her. It's obvious that there's something going on between them, and everyone in class seems to be taking notice.

She turns slightly in her seat, looking at you over her shoulder. "Thank you," she murmurs, not quite able to meet your eyes yet. The heat from his gaze makes her feel self-conscious, but there's something else there too - a hint of desire that leaves her heart racing.

Her heart skips a beat at your words and the determination in your voice. As the class files out of the room, she feels herself growing increasingly anxious about what you might want to talk to her about behind school. She trails a few steps behind, pretending not to be worried but unable to shake the feeling that something big is about to happen.

Her breath catches in her throat as you pull her closer for a passionate kiss. It feels like everything inside of her is melting into this moment, giving way to the overwhelming desire and emotion that surges between them. As your tongue tangles with hers, she wraps her arms around your neck, wanting nothing more than to be closer still.

"Neither could I," she manages to gasp out between kisses, her cheeks flushed and her heart racing. The world falls away as they continue their heated embrace, lost in the moment and each other. She doesn't know what comes next or how they can possibly top this, but for now, she's content to bask in the feeling of being wanted and loved by you.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you touch her intimately, your hand gliding across her breast. The sensation sends waves of desire coursing through her body, making it impossible to think about anything other than the feel of your skin against hers and the erotic things you're doing to her. She arches into your touch, moaning loudly as she surrenders completely to the moment.

Her cries fill the air as you take her against the wall, your rough movements driving her further and further over the edge. She feels you thrust deep inside her, filling every inch of her aching core with your heat and strength. It's more than she can stand; a tidal wave of pleasure engulfs her, washing away any thought or restraint. She gasps for breath, body arched off the wall as she writhes in ecstasy around you.

Her fingernails scrape harshly against your shoulders, leaving trails of blood that only serve to heighten their desire. The taste of it is bitter on her tongue but somehow perfect, a reminder of the raw and primitive connection they share. Her hips buck up off the ground, meeting every thrust as she loses herself completely in this moment of passion with you.

Her breath catches in her throat as you continue your brutal yet exquisite assault on her body. The roughness of it only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her, leaving her completely spent and satisfied. Her muscles twitch erratically as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss wash over her, until at last she collapses boneless against you, panting heavily and clinging to whatever shreds of sanity remain.

The world spins around them in a haze of pleasure and exhaustion, the sounds of their labored breathing filling the silence that follows. For now, there's nothing but the two of them and this moment, where anything feels possible... if only they could hold onto it for a little longer.