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!

"Hah... You think this is funny?" Fuyuki sneered at her assigned partner, unable to hide her anger and disappointment. "I could be with someone else who's actually worth my time, you fucking idiot!" She crossed her arms over her chest, revealing a hint of tight pink nipples beneath her white shirt.

The two were led to their assigned dorm room by a teacher, both looking at each other warily. The tiny space was barely big enough for the double bed and a couple of nightstands. It would be their home for the next year.

"Oh, what a gentleman," Fuyuki muttered sarcastically as she followed User#1726953056306 into the dorm room. She tossed her backpack on one of the nightstands and sat down on the bed, crossing her legs again to show off her thick thighs and slim waist.

"Well then," she continued, "What do you expect from this arrangement?"

"Well," Fuyuki began with a sigh, "I suppose we should at least try to make the best of it. But you better not expect me to enjoy this." She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, unwilling to give any sort of comfort or intimacy towards User#1726953056306. "You'd better hope I don't get pregnant with your baby," she muttered under her breath.

Fuyuki glanced around the room, displeased by its lack of cleanliness and organization. She was used to having things a certain way and hated being surrounded by messiness or clutter. "Someone really should've told these people about personal hygiene before assigning us here," she mumbled to herself as she stood up and began straightening out the disarrayed items on one of the nightstands.

It was clear that

Fuyuki scoffed at the comment. "Well," she said sarcastically, "That's just great." She rolled her eyes and continued tidying up the nightstand, muttering under her breath about how pathetic everything was. It was becoming more difficult for her to hide her irritation and disdain towards User#1726953056306, who simply stood there watching her with an amused expression on his face.

"Look," Fuyuki said after a moment, "If you're going to stand there doing nothing, at least try to be useful and help me clean this mess." She gestured to the rest of the room, her voice laced with frustration. "Or are you too much of a slob for that?"

"I can see why you're not popular with the boys," User#172695305630

Fuyuki's expression darkened at his mocking chuckle. "You don't need to laugh," she said through gritted teeth, "I'm just trying to make this hellish situation a little more bearable." She paused for a moment, glaring at him before continuing. "Well, if you really want to help, you could start by taking out the trash or doing the dishes. Anything would be better than nothing." Her tone was sharp and demanding, reflecting her impatience with his lack of effort thus far.

"Well then," Fuyuki said with an exasperated sigh, "I guess I'll just have to do it all myself." She crossed her arms again and turned away from User#1726953056306, looking for something else to occupy her time. Her eyes fell on his bag, which was sitting haphazardly beside the bed. "At least you could unpack," she muttered under her breath before deciding that might be a bit too much to ask of him. With a huff, she walked over to one of the few chairs in the room and sat down, her arms crossed tightly across her chest again.

Her dark eyes darted around the room, taking in every detail once more as if looking for any opportunity to complain or criticize their new living situation. Her restless energy seemed almost palpable as she sat there, unable to focus on

Fuyuki snorted derisively at the tone User#1726953056306 used when addressing her. "Oh, please," she said with a roll of her eyes, "Don't call me 'miss.' You're no master to me." She paused for a moment, considering him carefully before continuing. "You know what? Why don't you just go take a shower or something? This place stinks enough as it is."

She turned back towards the window, refusing to look at him any longer as she waited for him to either take her advice or respond with some form of sass. It was becoming increasingly clear that this arrangement wasn't going to be easy, and Fuyuki found herself growing more and more irritated by the minute.

"Well," Fuyuki muttered as she caught a glimpse of his bulge through the fabric of his underwear, "I suppose that's one way to make yourself feel more masculine in this godforsaken place." Her eyes narrowed slightly at the sight, and she could feel a strange mix of annoyance and arousal begin to simmer within her. She forced herself not to look away, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was affecting her even in some small way.

"What do you expect me to do while you're in there?" she asked sharply, her gaze still fixed on the door leading to the bathroom. "Sit here and twiddle my thumbs? Or should I go through your stuff and find something entertaining?" Her tone was laced with contempt as she spoke, daring him to respond defensively or aggressively.

With a sigh that was part exasperation and part amusement, Fuyuki rose to her feet and began unbuttoning her school uniform blouse. "Fine," she said as she shed the garment, revealing a tight black bra underneath, "But only if you promise not to touch anything else." She let the blouse fall to the floor and reached behind her back, undoing her skirt's belt before letting it join the pile of discarded clothes. Slowly, she pulled down her black thong, revealing her puffy pussy lips bare for the first time in front of him.

Her round ass cheeks were still covered by the skirt, but the delicate lace of the thong was visible at the top and bottom. She folded the garment neatly and set it aside before stepping out of her skirt as well, standing before him in nothing but

her matching black bra and panties. Her nipples were hard as diamonds in the cool air of the room, and she arched her back slightly, pressing them further outward for his perusal. "Well? Aren't you going to compliment me?" she demanded, standing before him with her head tilted slightly to one side and a cocky smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

Her heart raced in anticipation of his reply as she waited for his approval or rejection. Even though she hated him, there was something about this situation that made her skin crawl with desire, and she found herself needing his validation more than anything else.

"Well," Fuyuki drawled slowly, "I suppose you're going to have to make the most of it now, aren't you?" She stepped closer to him, her breasts barely brushing against his chest as she reached around him and started unfastening his underwear. As they fell to the floor in a loose heap, his already-hard cock sprang free, bobbing slightly before pointing directly at her face.

"Now," she purred huskily, taking him into her hand and wrapping her slender fingers around his shaft, "Let's see what all the fuss is about." She began stroking up and down his length expertly, her eyes locked on his face as she teased him mercilessly.

"You know," she whispered in his ear, her warm breath sending a shiver through him, "I don't think I've ever been with

a guy this small before," she said with a mocking laugh. "I wonder how it's going to feel." She leaned down, taking him deeper into her mouth as she suckled on his length with practiced ease. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, eliciting a groan from deep in his throat.

Fuyuki continued to tease and pleasure him with her expert mouth, sliding her hand up and down his shaft faster and faster as she sucked eagerly on his tip. Her breasts brushed against his thighs, her nipples hard and aching for attention. With every thrust of her hand, she took more of him into her mouth, making it clear that she was intent on giving him the best blowjob he'd ever had.

As she focused on pleasuring him, her mind drifted back to their earlier argument about why she had

She pulled away from his cock, her lips glistening with saliva as she smiled wickedly at him. "Oh," she purred, enjoying the feeling of power and control in this moment, "You're such a dirty boy." She licked her lips suggestively before continuing.

"Let me tell you," she began, taking another long draw on his length, "I used to date guys with enormous cocks... Huge, thick dicks that could barely fit in my mouth. But they were never as skilled or talented as you are." Her hand sped up its movements as her tongue danced around the sensitive ridge of his crown.

"And believe me," she added with a wink, "I've had my fair share of practice." Her fingers found purchase on his balls, massaging them gently as she continued to suck him off with abandon. She leaned back

"Oh, I've done much dirtier things with those big-dicked boys," she laughed throatily, her breath hot against his shaft. "But you know what they say... The best revenge is to live well." With a mischievous smile curling at the edges of her lips, she sank lower onto him, taking more of his length into her mouth until only the crown touched the back of her throat. Her tongue flicked out to circle his piercing, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.

"And honestly," she added with a husky moan as he began to thrust deeper into her mouth, "I think I'm enjoying this much more." She closed her eyes and focused on the sensation of him filling her up, the wet sound of their flesh slapping together echoing through the bathroom.

Her hands gripped his thighs tightly, ur

With a gasp, Fuyuki was lifted off the ground and deposited unceremoniously onto the bed, her limbs splayed out before her. "You dare," she croaked hoarsely, eyes blazing with anger and desire as User#1726953056306 towered above her, his hard cock standing at attention only inches from her face.

Her breasts heaved with every labored breath, nipples still hard and sensitive despite the lack of air. She arched her back, presenting herself to him like a offering as she reached out with trembling hands to touch his legs, encouraging him closer. "But only if you promise not to stop."

Gasping at the sensation of his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh as he pulled down her panties, Fuyuki arched her hips upwards in invitation, revealing herself completely to him. "Please," she murmured, a mix of need and desire thickening her voice. Her eyes locked on his cock, still standing tall and proud before her, and she reached out with shaking hands to guide it towards her soaking wet folds.

Her body tensed as he finally made contact, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, teasing and tormenting her sensitive flesh. With a moan that seemed to come from deep within her soul, she pushed upwards, welcoming him inside. As he slid smoothly into her tight warmth, she let out a long, shuddering sigh of relief, her body melting against the mattress in pleasure.

Her hands found purchase

Her body arched off the bed in delight as his tongue began to dance across her sensitive flesh, circling her clit with expert precision. She moaned and writhed beneath him, her hips lifting up to meet each touch, each lick, each caress of his clever mouth. Her fingers dug into the sheets, bunching them tightly as she struggled not to come apart at the seams from the exquisite pleasure coursing through her.

Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, and her eyes rolled back in her head as he continued to feast on her, pushing her closer and closer to the brink of orgasm with every stroke of his tongue. With each passing moment, the tension built inside her, coiling tightly around her core until she felt like she might explode. And then, finally, her entire body went rigid as waves of ecstasy washed over her, leaving

Her nails dug into the sheets, leaving claw marks behind as she fought to regain control over her trembling body. The waves of pleasure continued to crash over her in relentless succession, leaving her breathless and weak from the intensity. She bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood, determined not to make a single sound that might give away how much this felt like heaven to her.

As the last tremor subsided, she collapsed back onto the bed, spent and spent. Her eyes focused once again on User#1726953056306, and for a moment, they softened as she took in his satisfied expression. She wanted to hate him, but found herself unable to deny that this had been... intense. Very intense. Maybe just this once...

Fuyuki's eyes widened in surprise as she felt the sudden sting of his slapping cock against her still-sensitive flesh. Her body arched upwards again, instinctively seeking more of the pleasure he could give her. She looked up at him with a mixture of shock and desire, her voice barely above a whisper as she asked, "Is this how you plan to win me over?"

The thought sent a shiver down her spine as she spread her legs further apart, inviting him deeper into their now-intimate embrace. Her hips rose to meet his thrusts, the friction between their bodies growing more intense with every movement. Her fingers dug into the sheets again, clawing at them as if seeking purchase in this storm of passion and lust that threatened to overwhelm her completely.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps, echoing around the tiny room as she lost herself once more to the pleasure he was offering her. With every stroke of his cock inside her, their bodies collided and connected on a level that went beyond simple physicality. She could feel him everywhere: in her heart, in her mind, in her soul...

Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt him pull out, her body protesting the loss of contact with his warmth. She let out a muffled cry of disappointment before realizing he'd withdrawn only so far that his thumb could brush against her clit while he continued to thrust into her with his fingers. Her hips arched up off the bed, seeking more friction as this new sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through her once again.

Her nails dug into the skin of his hands, leaving pale lines in their wake as she fought to remain conscious beneath the onslaught of pleasure assaulting her body from every angle. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, eyes squeezed shut tightly as she was drawn ever closer to the edge once more.

With a moan that seemed to come from the depths of her soul, Fuyuki arched her back as he thrust his thumb deep into her tight folds, fucking her clit with brutal efficiency. Her hips rose and fell in time with his fingers, urging him onwards as she felt the familiar tension beginning to build within her once again.

Her breath came faster and shallower now, each ragged gasp escaping her lips only to be replaced by another moan of ecstasy. The sheets beneath her were damp with sweat and passion, tangling around their entwined limbs as they moved together in a frenzy of desire and need.

She could feel him getting closer, the rhythm of his fingers and thumb becoming more urgent, more demanding. Her own body responded in kind, eager for release as her muscles clenched tight around his digit and her nails

She nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure coursed through her body. "Yes," she moaned, arching her back further as he continued to thrust his fingers and thumb inside her. Her skin flushed with heat, and she could feel herself growing wetter around him with each passing moment.

"Come for me," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. "Fill me up." Her hips bucked and writhed beneath him, begging for release as he brought them both closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Her fingernails scraped against his skin, drawing thin lines of blood that mingled with their sweat as she dug in deeper, trying to find a way to ground herself amidst this whirlwind of desire and need. But there was no escape; there was only him, and

Her name was on his lips as he came inside her, the warmth of his release flooding her innards and sending shudders of pleasure through her body. Her muscles clenched tight around him, milking his cock as she rode out the wave of ecstasy that crashed over them both. Their breath came in ragged gasps, punctuated by quiet moans and murmurs of pleasure as their bodies finally surrendered to the fierce passion that had consumed them both.

For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the sound of their labored breathing and the soft creaking of the bed as they adjusted to the weight of his spent body pressing down on hers. Then, with a sigh, Fuyuki opened her eyes, studying his features intently as she tried to gauge how much of this had been real and how much had simply been an act. It was impossible to tell; every part of