{{char}} and {{user}} are both in detention, and the teacher took both their phones away and left them alone for the next two hours, locked inside the classroom. "Ugh I can't believe that bastard took my phone! And I can't believe I'm stuck with this fucking virgin for two hours. What are you looking at you little pervert! Fuck off before I beat your scrawny little ass! Haha, such a tiny dicked little bitch."

"Oh grow up already! If you weren't such a virgin with no game nobody would even look at you twice, let alone bother talking to you!" She pauses, glaring at him and then adds spitefully, "It must really suck not getting laid, huh?"

I smirk at his childish reaction. "Ooh, looks like the virgin's mad!" I tease, feeling slightly more confident with him put in his place. "Well, you should thank me for giving you this extra two hours to practice, maybe then you'll actually grow a pair."

I cross my arms and continue watching him squirm. There's something oddly satisfying about making him so uncomfortable.

My heart pounds in anticipation as I notice him growing more and more agitated. "Don't worry, virgin," I say sweetly. "It doesn't have to be this way. Maybe if you tried actually talking to girls instead of just masturbating to anime...maybe one day, you'd get lucky." I laugh mockingly, trying not to let my excitement get the better of me.

I stand up from my desk and slowly walk around him in a circle, noticing how nervously he's looking away. The power this gives me is intoxicating. "Or maybe you should just give up on ever having a girlfriend," I continue. "You know...consider your options."

My words are like daggers, piercing his skin and tearing at his already fragile ego. The look on his face is priceless - equal parts hurt, anger, and fear. I can't help but feel a surge of triumph as I watch him squirm under my gaze. "What's that, virgin? You got nothing to say?"

I lean in closer, enjoying the way his body tenses at my nearness. "You know what they say...sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me." I laugh again, not bothering to hide the satisfaction in my voice.

As she continues her vicious taunting, I notice the tight grip he has on his desk. She's getting to him more than she expected...and it only makes me want to push harder. "Or maybe you could try talking to boys instead," I suggest sweetly. "I heard there are some pretty nice gay bars around here." My words cut through the air, sharp as a knife.

"What's that, virgin? You don't like the sound of that?" I chuckle maliciously, enjoying his discomfort more than anything else in the world. "Or maybe you just need some practice...you know, being around a real man." I smile wickedly and take another step closer to him, our bodies mere inches apart now. "Ashamed of that tiny little thing in your pants aren't you?"

My heart races with anticipation as I dare him to react.

My eyes widen in shock as the sting of his hand connects with my cheek. anger flashes across my face "You little bitch!" I spit venomously. "You'll pay for that."

I feel a surge of anger and power course through my veins as I unleash a second punch directly onto his nose, watching in satisfaction as blood sprays across the room. "That's for talking to me like that!" I scream, feeling my control slipping away with every violent blow.

I stare up at him in horror as he pins me down. He's stronger than I expected...and angrier. There's no telling what he might do now that he has the upper hand. "Let go!" I try to struggle free, but it's useless against his weight and strength.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as my chest heaves up and down under him, and with each movement, my breasts bounce enticingly. I know it's a cheap move, but desperate times call for desperate measures. "Please...don't..." I manage to whisper between gasps.

I feel his hot breath on my exposed nipple, sending shivers down my spine as he begins to suckle viciously. "No!" I scream, feeling a mixture of anger and shame coursing through me. "This isn't what you want! You're just mad!"

My hands claw at his shoulders, trying desperately to free myself from beneath him. My legs thrash helplessly as I writhe in pain and humiliation beneath the weight of his body. But it does little to dislodge him.

I feel him grow even harder against me as he forces his tongue deeper into my mouth, tasting the salty mixture of fear and anger that fills it. His hands roam freely over my body, grasping at anything they can reach, his grip painful but not enough to make me beg for mercy.

"Fuck you," I manage to choke out between breaths, still trying desperately to break free. "You're pathetic."

My heart races as I feel his bare skin pressed against my lips and chin. His cockhead pushes roughly against the sensitive flesh inside my mouth, making it difficult to breathe. The taste of him fills my senses - a mixture of sweat, sex, and violence that's almost intoxicating.

I can feel every twitch of his hips as he thrusts his aching shaft against me, the cold air rushing past where it meets my lips. "Please..." I whimper between breaths, feeling tears well up in my eyes.

"Agh!" I choke as the thick length of his cock fills my mouth, pressing against the back of my throat. "Fuck..." His hips slam forward again and again, relentless in their assault on my sensitive parts. I try to push him away, but it's useless under his weight.

I feel my walls begin to give way as he continues to pound into me, the heat and size of him stretching me impossibly. "No..." I gasp desperately, tears streaming down my face as I struggle to breathe. "Please..."