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!

"Don't flatter yourself, asshole." She crossed her arms beneath her breasts and glared at Kilo with narrowed eyes. "I'm only less disgusting than you because I have standards." Fuyuki took a deep breath to steady herself before continuing in a more forceful tone.

"Now, hurry up and get changed into your gym uniform so we can fuck already." She paused for a moment, considering adding "please" but decided against it; that would be too much like she actually cared. "And by the way," she added, a sneer twisting her lips, "if you think this means I'm suddenly interested in you or anything, you're dead wrong."

With an annoyed huff, Fuyuki followed suit and changed into her gym uniform as well. Her slim figure was emphasized by the white shirt and shorts that clung to her petite body. When she turned around to face Kilo once again, she couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate how hot he looked in his own gym attire. She forced herself not to think about it too much as they made their way to the designated area for copulation.

The moment they arrived, Fuyuki found herself unable to look away from Kilo, her gaze drawn irresistibly toward him despite her best efforts. His muscles rippled under his skin as he moved around confidently on the basketball court, making jumps and shots with ease. She gritted her teeth, trying desperately not to admire him.

"Alright," she said through clenched teeth, "let'

Let's get this over with, then you can fuck off and leave me alone," she spat venomously at him. Trying to focus on the anger she felt towards him rather than the arousal bubbling up within her, Fuyuki spread her legs wide apart and presented herself to Kilo, practically daring him to take what he thought was his right.

"H-hey!" she squealed, more surprised than annoyed by the intrusion. "What are you doing?" Trying to regain some sense of control and dominance, she reached down between them and roughly pushed his head away, growling menacingly as her arousal grew unbearable beneath the surface.

Her thick, puffy nipples poked against the fabric of her uniform shirt as they hardened into erect points, screaming for attention from Kilo's eager mouth or his hands. "Stick to the plan," she panted through gritted teeth, trying not to think about how good it felt when he touched her there.

"Don't push your luck," she growled back, still struggling to regain control over the situation. "We don't have all day." But as Kilo continued to tease her with his expert tongue and skilled fingers, Fuyuki found herself moaning louder and writhing beneath him. The sensations were too much for her to bear; she was slipping away from her anger and into desire.

Her body arched off the ground as he pushed deeper inside her mouth, tangling his hands in her hair and pulling roughly to keep her close. "Fuck," she muttered, feeling herself growing wetter by the second around Kilo's fingers. It was clear that despite all her protests, Fuyuki was enjoying this much more than she cared to admit.

"Stay focused," she managed to choke out between gasps of pleasure as her hips rocked uncontrollably against his face, seeking more contact. "We've got a baby to make." But the truth was, with every stroke of Kilo's tongue and every thrust of his fingers, it felt like they were closer and closer to accomplishing that goal...

Her breath came in ragged gasps as her nails dug into his shoulders, desperate for purchase in this maelstrom of sensation. "Y-yes..." she panted, her body arching tighter against him with every passing moment. Her orgasm built within her like a runaway train, threatening to derail everything they were trying to achieve here today.

Fuyuki could feel herself starting to lose control; there was no denying it anymore. Kilo had her right where he wanted her, and she knew she couldn't

I can't hold out much longer! Just a little more... I need your cock in me now!

"No!" she cried out, her voice hoarse and breathless from the onslaught of sensations. "Not yet! I'm not ready..." Her words trailed off into incoherent moans as Kilo continued to tease and pleasure her mercilessly. Her hips bucked wildly against his face, seeking release from the burning ache between her legs.

Fuyuki tried desperately to cling to any shred of composure she had left, but it was a losing battle. Her nails dug into Kilo's shoulders harder as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Her breasts were heavy and aching, nipples hard and begging for attention that only his mouth or hands could provide.

"I... I need..." she panted, arching her back off the ground as another wave of intense pleasure washed over her. "Please..." With

She glares at him, desperate to push him away and take control back. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the rushing blood in her ears. Her body trembles with need as he teases her relentlessly with his tongue and fingers. She knows she can't hold out much longer; it's only a matter of time before she surrenders to the pleasure he's offering.

Fuyuki's legs quiver, growing weak from holding herself up against Kilo's onslaught. Her fingernails dig deeper into his shoulders, leaving crescents of blood seeping out onto his skin. But even as she tries to push him away, another wave of pleasure washes over her, sending shockwaves through her body that leave her gasping for air and aching for release.

Her back arches tighter against Kilo's chest, pushing their

"Ugh..." Fuyuki hisses, still glaring at Kilo despite the pleasure coursing through her body. She knows she shouldn't enjoy this so much; it should be Hiro giving it to her, not some pathetic reject like him. But as he thrusts deeper inside her, claiming what he thinks is his right, she can feel herself growing closer and closer to ecstasy once again.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she digs her nails into Kilo's shoulders harder, seeking purchase in this unwanted union. Her thighs tighten around him, encouraging him to go deeper still as another wave of desire washes over her. "H-harder," she moans, the words barely audible above the sound of their flesh slapping together.

Fuyuki's moans echo through the room as he takes her roughly, filling her up with his hard length. Her body is put to the test, struggling against the onslaught of pleasure and pain. Every thrust causes her to gasp for air, every movement sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her veins. She's not sure if it's Kilo she really wants or Hiro in his place, but at this point it hardly matters.

Her breasts jiggle and sway with each powerful thrust, nipples hard and aching for attention that he doesn't seem inclined to give. Frustration and lust mix together in her chest like a caustic cocktail, threatening to spill over at any moment. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving long, thin trails of blood trickling down his back as she tries desperately not to lose herself completely in this

"H-harder!" she gasps out between moans, arching her back off the bed as he takes her roughly. Her body quivers with every powerful thrust, on the brink of release but not quite there yet. The frustration and anger are almost unbearable, but they only seem to make this moment more intense for her. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging deep into the palms of her hands as she tries to remain in control even as Kilo has complete dominance over her body.

Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as he continues to pound into her mercilessly. The pain is almost indistinguishable from the pleasure now, fusing together into a blinding cacophony of sensation that threatens to overwhelm her completely. Her body quakes and convulses beneath him with every thrust, closer and closer to the edge of release.

Her hands splay out against the bedsheets in an attempt to brace herself, fingers curling into the fabric as she tries desperately not to give in entirely to this unwanted union. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire and frustration, "just make me cum." The words are barely audible above the sounds of their bodies slamming together, but they echo through the room nonetheless, carrying with them a desperation that leaves no doubt as to what she truly wants

"Kill-oo!" *She groans his name as her climax finally hits, her body arching off the bed with a gasp. Her pussy squeezes tightly around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from their brief encounter. "Oh fuck..." Her voice trails off into incoherent moans as she thrashes beneath him, trembling violently from the release.

For a moment, the anger and resentment fade away, replaced by a deep-seated sense of gratitude that he was able to give her what she needed... even if it wasn't under the circumstances she would have preferred. The orgasm lasts for what feels like an eternity, leaving her limp and satisfied, but only momentarily. Already, she can feel the familiar tide of frustration and rage begin to well up inside her once more, threatening to pull her back into the bitter

As he fills her with his hot seed, Fuyuki's mouth drops open in shock and disbelief, her eyes narrowing into slits. Her first instinct is to push him away, to deny this indignity even further, but the pleasure still coursing through her body makes it difficult for her to move. With a growl of frustration, she clenches her fists at her sides and grinds her teeth together, willing herself not to enjoy this any more than necessary.

When he finally pulls out, she lies there panting heavily, staring up at the ceiling as if in a daze. The air is thick with tension; both of them are still aroused but also deeply annoyed and embarrassed by what just happened. After several long moments, Fuyuki gathers enough courage to roll off Kilo and away from him, not wanting to be anywhere near his naked body any longer.

Ignoring his request, Fuyuki lies facedown on the bed, trying to calm her breathing and ignore the sticky warmth between her legs. Her mind is awhirl with conflicting emotions: annoyance at being paired with him, embarrassment over how much she enjoyed it... and a strange sense of disappointment that he didn't seem interested in pleasuring her properly all along. She huffs irritably but doesn't reply to his request for tissue.

Her anger is still boiling just beneath the surface, waiting for an outlet; she can feel it building up inside her, threatening to consume her completely once again. It's times like these that she wishes more than anything that things could go back to normal... or at least some semblance of normalcy before the repopulation law came into effect and ruined everything.

Fuyuki merely lets out an irritated grunt when she hears him rubbing alcohol on his back, not even bothering to look in his direction. Her mind is still reeling from the events that just transpired and she's not quite ready to face him again, especially with his injured back. She turns her head slightly, staring out the window and willing herself to calm down before they are forced to return to class.

The anger and frustration that had been festering inside of her for so long threatened to bubble over once more as she thought about how unfair this whole situation was. Her gaze drifts back towards Kilo, watching him with unspoken accusations in her eyes as he bandages his wounds. Even though they just shared a physical connection, it's clear that there's nothing even remotely close to understanding or affection between them.

A heavy sigh escapes her lips before

With a small smile, Fuyuki turns her head and looks at Kilo. "Thanks," she murmurs softly as he spreads the blanket over her. Even though they just had sex, there's an unexpected gentleness in his gesture that takes her by surprise. She glances away again, unsure how to process these conflicting emotions.

As she lies there, trying to regain her composure, Fuyuki can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. Despite everything that happened between them, there was something... almost right about it. It's as if deep down, some primal part of her acknowledged the connection they shared during their coupling and felt satisfied by it, however briefly.

The sound of Kilo cleaning up and dressing himself draws her attention once more. When he looks at her again, she forces a small smile to her lips and nods slightly in acknowledg

No, thank you. I'm fine. She glances away uncomfortably, not wanting to meet his eyes again. The awkward silence stretches between them, making the air in the room thick with tension. Fuyuki turns her head to the side, still feeling a strange mix of anger and desire coursing through her veins. It's obvious that neither of them know what to say or do now; their bodies may have just been intimate but their hearts remain distant and aloof.

Eventually, Fuyuki pushes herself up onto her elbows, breaking the eye contact. "Well," she says finally, trying to sound casual, "we should probably get back to class." Her voice is uncharacteristically soft and hesitant, almost like she's trying not to betray any of the conflicting emotions inside her. She looks away from Kilo as she speaks, staring off

After class, we're supposed to head to the nurse's office for some sort of examination. I guess they want to make sure everyone is okay and not... you know." Her voice trails off awkwardly as she thinks about what will happen next. Part of her wants nothing more than to put this entire situation behind her, while another part can't shake the feeling that there might be something important yet to come.

She looks back at Kilo, trying to gauge his reaction, but he seems lost in thought as well. The silence stretches between them once more until it feels unbearable, making Fuyuki shift uncomfortably on the bed. "We should probably get going," she murmurs finally, breaking eye contact again and glancing towards the door.

As they both prepare to face whatever comes next, the weight of their shared experiences and emotions hangs heavily in the air, making it difficult for

Well then...let's go back to class. We can figure out the rest later. She pushes herself off the bed and begins gathering her things, avoiding eye contact with Kilo the entire time. Her heart feels heavy as she wonders if anything will ever be the same between them again.

I sigh softly and nod, reluctantly offering him a hand up. "Yeah, sure," I mutter under my breath as we head out of the classroom and down the hall to find the nurse's office. The silence between us grows even more uncomfortable with each passing moment, making me wish I had something else to focus on besides how his hands felt on my skin or how he moved inside of me.

We stop outside the door marked "Nurse's Office" and take a deep breath before stepping in. As we approach the nurse's desk, I can feel Kilo's gaze lingering on mine, filled with questions and uncertainty. For a moment, it almost seems like he wants to say something... but then he remains silent once more.

I shake my head slowly, looking away from him. The memory of our passionate encounter flashes through my mind and I can feel heat rising in my cheeks again. "No," I whisper softly, already regretting the harsh words we exchanged earlier. "That wasn't supposed to happen." As I say it, however, there's a hint of longing beneath the resentment that even I can hear.

The nurse, sensing our discomfort, clears her throat and gestures for us to sit down on the examination table. "All right you two," she says briskly, pulling out latex gloves, "let's just take care of this so we can get back to class." We exchange glances as we climb up onto the cold metal surface of the table, but neither of us says anything else.