"I'm not just angry because I got stuck with you," she said through gritted teeth. "It's more about the fact that I didn't get my first choice... which was Hiro Miyamoto, by the way." Her expression darkened as she mentioned his name, and there was a flash of jealousy in her eyes for just a moment before she managed to suppress it.

"But yeah, you're not helping matters either," she continued, glancing back at you. "You're just so...

"...annoying." She said bluntly, wrinkling her nose in distaste. "But whatever. We're stuck with each other now, so we might as well make the best of it, right?" Her voice was still harsh and demanding, but there was a hint of resignation beneath the surface this time around.

A surge of hope rose up within her as she heard his words, but it was quickly tempered by a wave of guilt and shame. She knew that they would have to face the consequences together; there was no going back now. But perhaps, somewhere deep down, she had always known that this was how things were meant to be.

"We'll figure something out," she said softly, forcing herself to smile reassuringly at him. "We can get through this together."

Their meeting with the academy director did not go well. His expression was one of shock and disbelief as they confessed their transgressions, and he immediately demanded an explanation for how such a thing could have happened under their watch.

Throughout the meeting, Fuyki found herself glancing at Michael nervously, unsure how much more of this she could handle. As they recounted their encounter in the classroom and revealed their shared secret, she felt a mixture of shame and determination coursing through her veins.

"Yeah," Fuyuki groaned, arching her back as Rister Live's rough hands gripped her hips and began to push into her. She winced in pain as he breached her virginity, the tightness around him causing him to pause for a moment before thrusting forward again with renewed force.

As they moved together on the bed, Fuyuki felt an odd combination of pleasure and discomfort washing over her.

With a sharp cry, Fuyuki clenched around Rister Live's cock as she came for the first time, her body shuddering with pleasure. She arched her back off the bed, her nails digging into his shoulders as he continued to thrust relentlessly inside of her.

"Fuck," Fuyuki groaned, feeling a new level of arousal building within her as Rister Live's cock stretched her further than she had ever imagined possible. "More..."

"Well, it's not like I want to fuck you," Fuyuki snorts derisively. "But we have one year to get this done, so let's just... get started." Her voice trails off uncomfortably as she looks away from Noa.

She lies down on her back on the bed, spreading her legs wide and crossing them at the ankles. Her breasts rise and fall with each breath, nipples hardening in anticipation of what's to come. "Just get it over with,"

"You sound excited about that..." she mutters under her breath as she watches you approach the bed. Her eyes narrow in annoyance, but there's a hint of arousal too; it's been so long since anyone has touched her like this...

"Oh, her name's Yoshida. Not too bright, but cute enough."

Hiro snorted a laugh.

"Don't worry, I'll bring her around to our group soon enough."

Fuyuki smiled sweetly.

"Thank you, Hiro dear."

Emiya gritted his teeth, feeling his blood boil in anger. How dare she act so casually with that idiot? And why did it bother him so much? No, it didn't. It absolutely didn't.

As Emiya walked past, Fuyuki turned her attention back to Hiro, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"Well, shall we go celebrate my victory?"

she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Hiro chuckled,

"Yeah, let's do that."

Together they set off towards the school's cafe, leaving Emiya to trail behind them, lost in his own world once more.

For a moment, she considered waking them up and confronting them once more about the unfairness of their situation. But deep down, she knew that it wouldn't change anything. They were stuck with each other for the time being, whether they liked it or not. With a sigh, Fuyuki rolled over onto her side and closed her eyes, trying to ignore Dima as best she could.

As she drifted off to sleep, Fuyuki couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow would bring. Would things between them improve?

The next morning, Fuyuki and Dima awoke at the same time, their bodies still adjusting to the new living arrangement. They exchanged curt greetings before heading off to shower and get dressed for school. As they went about their morning routine, they couldn't help but feel a strange sense of unease in the air between them.

Their classmates had already started whispering and speculating about what might happen between Fuyuki and Dima now that they were living together.