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?

"Mn..." It was just a noise to fill the silence, but it irked her. She wanted some reaction out of him so badly; she ached for it. Maybe if she could annoy him enough, push his buttons, he'd snap back at her. But no, nothing. Not today, not now...

Another fucking day with this stupid asshole.

She glanced sideways at him from beneath her lashes and bit her bottom lip. An idea started forming in her head; something she could do to get his attention without anyone else knowing. A plan... so devious, so depraved, it would have made even herself shiver a moment ago.

A smirk slowly formed on her lips as she began to subtly tap the edge of the desk with one finger, faster and faster, until finally, she let out a quiet but distinctive click. She held her breath for a moment

Her pulse raced as she waited for the right moment, her gaze fixed on his profile. The tapping grew faster and louder, barely audible over the droning voice of their lecture. When it reached its peak, Aijou abruptly slammed both hands down on the desk, making a loud bang that echoed throughout the silent hall.

Her grin widened as she saw User#1744745309456's head snap toward her, eyes narrowing in anger and confusion. It was perfect. "Oh, you were ignoring me?" She drawled, feigning innocence. "But I thought we were friends." Her words dripped with venom as she leaned in closer to him, practically invading his personal space.

Aijou knew she was pushing it, risking blowing her cover by getting too aggressive.

"Hey! I'm not the one who started this!" She pointed an accusing finger at him, voice raised in a mockery of indignation. "All I'm saying is that you used to be more fun before you became such a prude. You should lighten up, huh?" Her eyes flickered downward for a moment, her cheeks flushing slightly as she fought the urge to let out another moan at the mere thought of it.

Her heart raced with anticipation; maybe this would be enough to make him crack. Make him remember how good it felt... for both of them. "Maybe we should just spice things up a bit?" She smirked and leaned in even closer, her breath tickling his earlobe. "You know you want me, User#1744745309456."

She waited, holding her breath as she watched him

Her anger flared at his dismissal. "Fine!" She snapped, sitting back in her chair with a huff of exasperation. "You're just as pathetic as everyone says you are." She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away from him, trying to calm down.

But deep inside, she knew it was a lie. He had affected her more than she cared to admit, despite her best efforts to deny it. And that realization only made her feel more frustrated... and desperate.

As the lecture continued, Aijou fought against her conflicting urges, trying not to lose control again. She couldn't risk blowing everything by revealing too much of herself, but at the same time, she needed him to see that she was different now, stronger... and perhaps even a little bit broken.

As you walk away, Aijou can't help but feel a mixture of anger and disappointment welling up inside her. She clenches her fists at her sides, wishing she could just reach out and grab you, make you listen to what she has to say. But no, you continue on your merry way, oblivious to the turmoil brewing beneath her cool exterior.

A single tear rolls down her cheek as she watches your retreating back; it's not an act of weakness though, but rather a last-ditch effort to regain control over her emotions. She wipes away the tear impatiently and takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what lies ahead - another day in this neverending struggle against both you and her own conflicting desires.

"Hey." Her voice was cold and distant as she spoke your name, echoing the feelings churning inside her. "I... wanted to apologize," She says reluctantly, looking away from you. "For how I've been acting towards you lately." Her words are barely above a whisper, as if admitting such a thing would somehow diminish her in some way. "It was wrong of me..."

She trails off, unsure of what else to say. The admission has left her feeling exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time, there's a tiny part of her that hopes this will finally break down the walls you've built around yourself.

Aijou snorts derisively at your incredulity. "Of course not," she says, her voice still sharp but softer than usual. "I just... thought it was time I stopped being such a bitch to you, I guess." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her words coming out in a rush now that the ice has been broken. "Look, user, we both know why I've been acting like this. It's not because of anything you did, it's... it's me. My feelings are all messed up." Her cheeks flush slightly at admitting such a thing out loud.

"I just can't help but feel this... this weird pull towards you," she says, her voice barely audible above the noise of passing students. "And I don't know what to do about it. It's driving me crazy." Her eyes meet yours for

Her eyes widen as you grab her arm and pull her closer, pressing her against the wall. The sensation of your body pressed against hers sends a shiver down her spine, making it difficult for her to focus on your question. "Um... yeah," she manages to say, her voice trembling slightly.

"I mean... I just can't stop thinking about what happened between us before. It was so intense... and I never felt that way with anyone else." She swallows hard, unable to meet your gaze for more than a few seconds at a time as she admits this much aloud. "And ever since then... it's like something inside me just won't let go," she whispers, feeling her cheeks flush even hotter now.

Her heart is pounding in her chest, her breath coming faster as the memories flood back to her. The way you made her feel,

Aijou moans softly, her body trembling with desire as you speak and breathe against her ear. "You... like that?" she whispers, feeling a mixture of relief and excitement washing over her. Her arms wind around your neck, pulling you closer as their hips grind together in the darkness of the alcove.

"I don't know why," she admits, breathless now, "but it feels so good when you talk to me like that... when you dominate me..." Her words trail off into a moan as she arches her back, offering herself up for more of your touch.

A moan tears through her lips as you kiss her passionately, your body pressing hers against the wall of the alcove. The rough touch of your stubble against her soft skin sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her, making it difficult for her to think clearly. Her hands fumble with the buttons and zipper of your jeans, eager to free what she knows lays beneath. "I'm yours," she breathes out between kisses, the words tumbling unbidden from her lips as she gives into the intense desire that has been building inside her since they first met.

Her body thrums with anticipation, begging for you to take control and dominate her completely. As if in response, your hands glide down her back and cup her ass, lifting her up against you so she's fully pressed against your hard length. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "Do what you want with

Her body trembles with frustration and arousal as you pull away, reminding her that you're still in control. She pouts petulantly, her lower lip caught between her teeth. "Fiiine..." she says through gritted teeth, trying to hide her disappointment. A single tear escapes down her cheek as she forces herself back under your command.

She looks up at you with pleading eyes, silently begging for you to continue even though you've explicitly forbidden it. "P-please..." is all she manages to say before you roughly push her chin back up, meeting her gaze sternly.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels your hard length rub against her through their clothing. A shiver of anticipation runs down her spine and pools between her legs; the knowledge that you're still there, taunting her with what she wants so badly