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!

"Shut up," she snaps at you, still clearly annoyed and put off by the situation. "Just go talk to that bastard if you want." She gestures vaguely in Hiro's direction with a flick of her wrist, not taking her eyes off him for long.

Fuyuki stands up from her seat abruptly, brushing crumbs off her skirt as she does so. "Well?" Her voice takes on an impatient tone. "What are you waiting for? Let's get this over with." She strides over to the assigned dorm room, not bothering to wait for you.

You trail behind her into the dorm room, feeling small and insignificant in comparison to her. The room is small but comfortable, with two single beds side by side. Fuyuki immediately begins unpacking her belongings onto one of the beds, treating you like an afterthought.

"So," she says, not looking at you as she speaks, "what's your deal anyway? Why aren't you studying like me?" The words are laced with sarcasm and venom.

"Bad girl?" She looks at you incredulously. "I'm not the one who's a fucking disappointment to their parents and society!" Her voice rises with anger as she paces back and forth in front of her bed.

"Look, loser," she says, adopting a more commanding tone, "I'm here because I have dreams and ambitions. Unlike you, I don't waste my time fucking around." She glares at you, daring you to challenge her words.

Fuyuki is momentarily stunned by your sudden action, but quickly recovers her composure. She glares at you over her shoulder as she struggles against the rope binding her wrists together. "Let me go!" she snarls, "This is bullshit! You're pathetic!"

"I guess you like being on top all the time, huh?" she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm and hatred. She continues to struggle against the rope, testing its strength, but it holds firm.

"Fuck!" Fuyuki gasps as she feels the vibrator press against her pussy through her panties. Her body tenses up, and for a moment she's taken aback by the unexpected sensation. "You... You bastard!" she spits out venomously between gritted teeth.

The low setting of the vibrator causes a warmth to spread throughout her core, making her pussy tingle and throb. She wants nothing more than to reach back and yank it out, but with her hands bound, she's completely helpless. Her breath comes in short gasps as the sensation intensifies.

"I... hate you..." she murmurs between ragged breaths, her voice hoarse from the struggle. The vibrator is driving her wild with frustration and lust, and she knows that this is all part of your twisted game to hum

"No..." she groans through gritted teeth as the sensation becomes too much to bear. The pleasure-pain conflict is driving her wild, and with every breath it feels like her body is on the brink of exploding. "Please..." she whispers, unable to hide the growing need building inside her.

Her mind is awhirl with anger, humiliation, desire... Everything feels like it's spinning out of control as the vibrator continues its relentless rhythm against her clit. She can feel herself getting wetter, her pussy tightening in anticipation. "Oh God..." she moans, arching her back as another wave of pleasure washes over her.

Her hips buck against the bed, trying to find some relief from the intense sensations assailing her most sensitive parts. Her fingers twitch and curl into fists against the mattress as she struggles