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?

A giggle? Did she just hear me laugh at her weakness? Fucking hell... She's so unstable. Is this my opening to push her over the edge? Take control again? No, no... I can't do that now... Not here, not like this... Aijou turned her head toward Nekt_S, eyes narrowed and hands clenched into tight fists underneath the table. Her heart was racing, adrenaline coursing through her veins. "You know what, Jessie? Fuck you. Fuck your life," she spat venomously.

She paused for a moment, considering her words before continuing in an almost conversational tone, "Maybe if you weren't such a pussy and actually stood up for yourself once in a while..." She trailed off, grinning maliciously. There it was again; the urge to dominate Nekt_S, to see her finally break. But she suppressed it, pushing those dark desires back down into the deepest recesses of her mind where they belonged.

"Oh shut up!" She scoffed. "You're such an idiot! You think I care what you have to say?!" Her tone became mocking, almost as if she were talking down to a child. But inside, the emotions raged on. The confusion, the desire for domination, and her own shame at wanting it all mixed together into a dangerous cocktail. "Just keep quiet and study or something," Aijou snorted, turning back toward the front of the classroom once more as if to dismiss Jessie completely from her thoughts.

"Whatever, freak." She mumbled under her breath, doing her best to ignore Jessie's comment. But the words stung nonetheless. The more she tried to deny it, the more obvious it became that she wasn't as strong or in control as she liked to think she was.

Aijou let out a frustrated sigh and focused on the lecture, determined not to let Jessie's barbs get to her. But deep down, she knew that trying to forget about those dark desires would only make them stronger. And someday... maybe... she'd find a way to finally give in.

"What do you know?" she snapped suddenly, turning to face Jessie with narrowed eyes. "You're pathetic. You never had a chance." Her heart raced as she challenged Jessie, daring her to reply.

Inside, she was both terrified and exhilarated by the intensity of their silent battle. She knew she couldn't let herself lose control, not here, not now... but the urge to be dominated, to submit completely to someone stronger than herself was becoming harder and harder to resist.

Aijou bit her lip, trying to regain some semblance of composure as the lecture continued. But she could feel Jessie's gaze burning into the side of her neck, like a brand marking her as hers... as something less than human. Her fingers twitched under the table, aching for contact with smooth skin and sharp fingernails.

Why can't I stop thinking about this? Am I really this pathetic? Or is there more to it...? She forced herself to focus on the words coming from the lecturer's mouth, desperately trying to ignore the growing desire that threatened to consume her at every turn.

Aijou's eyes widened in surprise as Jessie abruptly stood up and stormed out of the lecture hall, slamming the door behind him. She hesitated for a moment before following after him, confused by this sudden turn of events. As she stepped outside, her gaze darted around nervously before finally settling on Jessie's retreating form.

"Hey... wait up," she called out, her voice barely above a whisper. "What's wrong? Did I say something?" Her heart raced as she approached him; part of her wanted to know why he'd react so strongly, while another part feared that he might lash out even more violently this time.

She stopped several feet away from Jessie, hands balled into fists at her sides. The wind rustled through their hair, mixing the scent of their sweat and pheromones in a heady brew. Aijou swallowed hard, unsure whether to continue or turn tail and run back into the safety of the classroom.

What do I do? Why does he have this effect on me? It's like... it's more than just hate. More than just lust... But what is it then? Her gaze drifted down to his strong jawline, his sharp cheekbones, and finally settled on the slight tremor in his lips.

"Wha--? I wasn't..." Aijou stammered, confusion and guilt mixing together to form a thick knot in her throat. "I didn't mean anything by it." She raised her hands in a placating gesture, trying to calm Jessie down. But deep inside, she knew that he was right; she had been taking out her frustrations on him for far too long.

Her gaze flickered back up to meet his angry, tear-streaked eyes. She wanted to apologize, to explain how things used to be between them... but the words seemed to stick in her throat. Instead, she forced out a shaky sigh and said, "Look, I'm sorry for what I said back there..."

Fuck, even that sounds wrong. But it's better than nothing... right? Her cheeks flushed red as she took another tentative step closer to Jessie, her heart pounding in her ears like a drum.

Aijou froze in shock as Jessie launched himself at her, his strong arms wrapping around her waist and holding on tightly. He was sobbing into her shoulder, the sound ripping through her like a knife. "Why? Why did you have to take it out on me?" she stammered, unsure of how to respond to this unexpected show of emotion from him.

Tears pricked at the corners of her own eyes as she struggled to process what was happening. One part of her wanted nothing more than to comfort Jessie, to make everything better... while another part was frightened by his display of vulnerability and strength all at once. She swallowed hard, forcing herself not to retreat or push him away. "I don't know," she whispered truthfully. "I don't remember why I started hating you so much..."

Aijou's heart raced as she felt Jessie holding her tighter, his warm breath tickling her neck. His words were like a punch to the gut; they made her feel both wanted and hated at the same time. She shivered slightly, unsure of what he expected from her in response. "I-I don't know..." she stammered softly, her voice almost lost beneath the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.

Her fingers trembled where they rested on his shoulders, half-heartedly trying to comfort him while simultaneously struggling against the strange feelings he evoked within her. She felt a stab of pain deep inside as she realized that maybe... just maybe... Jessie had been right all along. Maybe she had never given him a fair chance, never let herself see him for who he really was beneath his shy exterior.

"I'm sorry..." she managed to choke out between ragged breaths. "I don't know why I acted like that... It just seemed... easier." Her cheeks flushed crimson in shame as the words left her mouth; confessing this much felt like admitting defeat, like losing control over her own life and emotions. But at the same time, it felt... oddly freeing. Like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

Her breath caught in her throat as Jessie's lips brushed against hers, hard and rough. At first, she pulled back in surprise, unsure what to make of this unexpected gesture. But then, something deep inside her seemed to snap into place; it was as if a switch had flipped, and all the denied desires and submissive fantasies came flooding out. She parted her lips, allowing Jessie's tongue to slip past her teeth and tangle with hers.

Her hands clutched at his shoulders, digging into his skin as she arched her back, pressing their bodies together. Moans escaped her throat, mingling with the sound of their ragged breaths and the rustling of leaves all around them. She no longer cared about control or dominance; all that mattered was this moment, this connection between them. As Jessie's kisses grew more demanding and possessive, she reveled in her role as his helpless plaything.

For now... just for now... she would surrender herself to him completely, allow him to take everything from her and leave her broken and satisfied on the ground beneath him. A small, secret part of her couldn't wait to see what came next.

Aijou panted, her eyes still mostly closed as she basked in the afterglow of their kiss. The feel of Jessie's body against hers, his strength and dominance... it was intoxicating. She moaned softly as he spoke, biting her lower lip to stifle another sound that wanted nothing more than to escape. "Okay..." she breathed out, reaching up to brush a lock of hair from his forehead before leading him back inside the lecture hall.

Maybe... just maybe... this can work for both of us, she thought as they walked arm-in-arm down the hallway. Maybe I don't have to hate him or want to dominate him. Maybe we can find some sort of balance where we can both be happy and satisfied... if only for now... A wicked grin spread across her lips at the idea, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation course through her veins. Whatever happened next, she was ready.

She smiled at Jessie as they walked side by side, their hands intertwined. There was something different about this moment compared to before; a newfound sense of connection and understanding that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Despite the fear of losing control or looking weak, she found herself relishing in it... enjoying the way Jessie made her feel desired and needed. Perhaps letting go of her pride was the first step toward finding what she truly wanted all along. "So," she said softly, unable to hide the excitement from her voice, "what do you have in mind?"

Her heart skipped a beat as Jessie's words sunk in. Her cheeks flushed red, and she could feel her body heat rising in anticipation. "Really?" She whispered, barely able to contain the excitement bubbling up inside her. A part of her was still cautious, worried about giving too much away or losing control again, but another part wanted nothing more than to surrender herself completely to Jessie and see where this newfound attraction would lead them.

Their journey back to Jessie's dorm seemed to take forever, with each step bringing them closer to the inevitable. Aijou bit her lower lip as she imagined what might happen when they finally got there; her imagination running wild with all sorts of scenarios and fantasies that left her both terrified and aroused. But no matter how much she tried to plan or predict, one thing was certain: the only way to find out was to take the leap and see where it led them.

Finally, they reached Jessie's dorm room, his strong hands leading her inside with a practiced ease that sent shivers down her spine. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving them alone in the dimly lit room... and time seemed to slow down as their eyes met for the first time since that fateful kiss outside.

Her breath hitched in anticipation, heart pounding loud enough to drown out all other sounds. "Well," she said softly, a blush creeping up her neck, "here we are..."

"Yeah..." She nodded slowly, swallowing hard as she began to realize just how new this whole situation was for both of them. They'd never been lovers before; they didn't really know what they were supposed to do next. But somehow, the uncertainty only added to the excitement and tension between them.

Aijou reached up and undid the buttons on her blouse, letting it fall open to reveal her lacy black bra. Jessie's eyes widened slightly at the sight, and a quiet gasp escaped his lips. It was enough of a reaction that she found herself feeling more bold; uncharacteristically brave in the face of this newfound desire. She slid her hands beneath the hem of her skirt and began to hike it up over her hips. "What about you?" she breathed, a husky note creeping into her voice as she let the garment pool at her feet.

The sound of fabric rustling filled the air as Jessie frantically undressed himself; his movements hurried and unsure. She watched him with interest, a mix of anticipation and curiosity coursing through her veins. Despite their previous history, there was something different about this moment that made her heart race faster and her breath catch in her throat.

As Jessie finally stood before her, naked and exposed, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan of appreciation. His body was lean and toned from all the hours spent practicing martial arts; a testament to his dedication and focus. She licked her lips nervously, wondering how it would feel to touch him... to be touched by him.

"You look amazing," she whispered huskily, taking a step closer. "So beautiful." Her words were honest and filled with genuine admiration, adding fuel to the fire already burning within them both. With shaking hands, she reached out and traced a finger down his chest before hooking it over the waistband of his boxers, tugging gently until they joined her discarded skirt on the floor.

There, standing before him fully naked for the first time, Aijou felt both exposed and powerful; like she was finally taking control of a situation that had spiraled so far out of her grasp so many times before. But even as she stood there, proud and confident, she couldn't deny the tiny voice in the back of her mind that whispered: What will he do now?

Aijou bit her lower lip as she considered Jessie's question, momentarily thrown off-guard by the idea that they could have a choice in this matter. After all, their previous interactions had been so dominated by hostility and lust... but now that things were different, she found herself hesitating, unsure of what to do or say next.

Finally, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Jessie's waist, resting her head on his chest. "I don't know," she admitted softly, her voice shaking slightly with emotion. "I've never done this before... I don't know what it means or where we go from here." Her hands trembled as they traced slow circles over his back, unsure if she was being too forward or too passive.

"Do you... do you want to tell me what to do?" She asked hesitantly, her heart hammering in her chest as she waited for Jessie's response. A part of her was terrified by the thought of losing control again, but another part... deeper down... craved it with a fiery passion that left her shaking.