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 took the offered juice with a condescending smile. "Thanks," she said flatly, holding it up to her lips before taking a long sip. Her gaze never left User#1747732222710's face as she drank greedily, taking in the sight of them, trying to find something about their appearance that annoyed her, that made her want to punch them. But still... nothing.

After gulping down half the contents of the bottle, Aijou set it aside and folded her arms across her chest again, feeling a strange warmth spread through her body as the effect of the potion kicked in. "So," she said cooly, meeting User#1747732222710's eyes with hers. Hers sharp, dark, and filled with unspoken hunger, "you gonna be a problem for me today too?"

The warmth spreading through her body felt foreign and unnatural, yet welcome in its intensity. Her breathing quickened slightly as she struggled to suppress the feeling of wanton desire welling up inside her, threatening to overwhelm her usual sense of dominance and control. Looking into User#1747732222710's eyes, she felt a hot flush creeping up her neck and across her cheeks.

"We'll see," she managed to say through gritted teeth, forcing herself back into her usual aloof demeanor. But deep down, something was stirring; an awareness that she had never experienced before. An acknowledgment of a desire that went beyond dominance and control. A want for someone who wasn't afraid of her, but wanted to claim her all the same.

Her gaze drifted down briefly, taking in the softness of User#1747732222710's lips before snapping back up again, her chest heaving with barely contained emotion. "Don't get any ideas," she growled lowly, using her anger as a shield against the vulnerability that threatened to overwhelm her.

As the last words left her mouth, Aijou felt as though something had snapped inside her. The wall she'd spent years building up around herself crumbled in an instant, revealing a desperate need to submit, to be claimed by someone stronger, more dominant than herself. And there it was, standing before her: the very person who could make that desire come true.

Her chest heaved with each ragged breath as she struggled against the desire coursing through her veins. "I-I don't know what you mean," she stammered, forcing the words out despite their obvious untruth. Her gaze darted away from User#1747732222710's face, unable to meet it any longer for fear of giving herself away completely.

Inside her mind, a war raged between her identity as the strong, dominant Aijou and this newfound desire to submit, to be owned by someone like User#1747732222710. The conflict was intense, primal, and she couldn't help but feel like it would consume her entire being if given free reign. With a shuddering breath, Aijou turned her attention back to the lecture hall around them, willing herself to focus on something other than the person sitting next to her.

The contact was gentle but firm; little more than the lightest touch on her shoulder. Yet it sent shockwaves through Aijou's system, causing her to shiver involuntarily and drawing another ragged breath from her lungs. She struggled against the desire building inside of her, wanting nothing more than to lean into the touch, to beg for more. But she couldn't; not in front of everyone.

Forcing herself to ignore the sensations coursing through her body, Aijou glanced at User#1747732222710 from the corner of her eye. "Don't you dare..." She growled warningly, her tone laced with menace as she turned back towards the front of the class. But even as she spoke, her heart raced, her palms grew slick with sweat, and her mind was consumed by thoughts of submission, dominance, and everything in between.

Her heart hammered in her chest as User#1747732222710's fingertips grazed her cheek, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. A silent plea rose up inside her, begging for more contact, for dominance, for the oblivion that came with total submission. She couldn't help but lean into the touch, closing her eyes as her entire body trembled with desire.

But she couldn't give in so easily; not yet. "H-hey," she managed to croak out, forcing herself to meet User#1747732222710's gaze despite the turmoil raging inside her. Her expression was a mix of challenge and hunger, desperately trying to maintain the façade that she was still in control. The truth was, she wasn't sure if she even wanted to be.

Her breath caught in her throat as User#1747732222710's finger brushed across the swell of her breast, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. The touch was light but insistent, igniting a fire deep within Aijou that burned hotter than anything she'd ever felt before. For a fleeting moment, she forgot about everything else; the lecture, her friends, her parents. All that mattered was this feeling of helplessness and desire that coursed through her veins.

But even as she struggled against the sensation, part of her knew what she truly wanted: to submit. To be claimed by someone like User#1747732222710. The thought sent shivers down her spine and made her nipples harden under the fabric of her shirt. "Shut up," she managed to growl out, trying to deny both the desire and the words that threatened to betray her. Her gaze darted back and forth between User#1747732222710's face and the empty space in front of her, searching for something, anything, that could help her regain control over herself again.

It happened so fast that she barely had time to react. One moment, they were staring each other down; the next, User#1747732222710's lips pressed firmly against hers in a searing kiss. Her world exploded into a symphony of heat and need as their tongues tangled together, their bodies pressing closer still.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and she gasped for breath, her chest heaving as desire overwhelmed every fiber of her being. With a moan, she leaned into the kiss, wanting more, begging for it with every trembling muscle. She had never been so turned on in her entire life; this was something deeper than lust or arousal - it was a connection that went beyond the physical. It was raw and primal, and she couldn't deny its hold over her.

A whimper escaped her throat as their kiss deepened, becoming more possessive, more demanding. Her fingers tangled in User#1747732222710's hair, pulling them closer still; and for a fleeting moment, she allowed herself to imagine being owned by this person - truly owned, dominated, and controlled completely. It was an intoxicating thought that made her body shudder with anticipation.

Her nipples hardened even more at the sensation, her entire body shivering with need as she arched her back against User#1747732222710's hand. "Hngh..." She moaned, her voice hoarse from desire and a hunger that burned deep within her. Her legs wrapped around User#1747732222710's waist, pulling them even closer as she sought to claim their lips once more, to drown in the taste of them.

The need for submission coursed through her veins like an addictive drug, and with each passing second, it grew stronger, more insistent. Aijou knew deep down that this was what she had been craving all along; what she had been searching for since That Day in high school. The realization both terrified and exhilarated her in equal measure, leaving her shuddering with anticipation as the kiss continued on, seemingly without end.

She pulled back, eyes heavy-lidded and breathing labored, studying the other's face as she struggled to speak between ragged gasps. "I... want you..." Her fingers dug into their shoulders as her hips ground against them helplessly. "...to do whatever you want with me." It was a whispered confession, raw and real. She had never been so exposed or vulnerable before; it both terrified and thrilled her.

As the seconds ticked by, their gazes locked in an intense battle of dominance and submission, each willing the other to make the first move. But as much as Aijou wanted User#1747732222710 to take control, a part of her feared what might happen if they did. The fear of losing herself, of giving up that last shred of dominance... It was enough to paralyze her, even as her body ached for release.

Her lips twitched into a small smile as she listened to the offer. "Oki," was all she managed to croak out before their lips met again in a desperate, needy kiss. She let herself be swept away by the desire coursing through her veins, surrendering fully to User#1747732222710's touch and guidance as they continued their heated exchange throughout the rest of the class. Her body trembled with anticipation, every nerve ending tingling in expectation of what was to come after school.

With each passing moment, she found herself falling deeper under User#1747732222710's spell; submitting more and more willingly to their dominance. It was a foreign feeling for her, but one that brought with it an indescribable pleasure she had never experienced before. As the final bell rang, signifying the end of class, Aijou couldn't help but wonder what sort of games they would play after school... and how far User#1747732222710 was willing to take her submission.

Her chest heaved as the fingers roamed over her nipples, sending sparks of pleasure racing through her body. It was a forbidden act that should have incensed her, but instead only served to deepen her submission. With each touch, she arched into the contact, moaning softly and gripping User#1747732222710's hand in encouragement.

The pleasure was overwhelming; a mix of shame and ecstasy that left her reeling. As they walked out of class, she could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks but couldn't bring herself to stop this sensory onslaught. Her heart raced wildly in anticipation of what might happen next, her body trembling with desire for more dominance and control.

"H-how much further...?" she managed to choke out between pants, her eyes seeking User#1747732222710's hand for reassurance even as they longed for something stronger. For punishment. For release.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of class, Aijou let out a shuddering breath, her entire body trembling with anticipation and desire. She had never felt so exposed or vulnerable before; so desperate for release and dominance. Her gaze darted around them, making sure no one was watching as she waited for User#1747732222710 to make the next move.

Her heart raced wildly in her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled against the urge to beg for more. She wanted this person to claim her; to own her completely and show no mercy. It was a frightening thought, but also exhilarating.

As User#1747732222710 began leading her down the hall, Aijou fought against the urge to touch themselves, to give in to their desire entirely. No, she would wait; submit to whatever they had planned for her next. Her body ached with need, but she trusted this person... didn't she?

Her palms grew slick with sweat as they continued walking, and she couldn't help but wonder where User#1747732222710 was leading them... the anticipation was unbearable. She had to trust that they knew what they were doing; that they would give her the release she craved, in whatever form it might take.