Her body relaxed against yours as she growled in frustration. You could feel her breath hot and fast against your neck, but there was a hint of defeat in it too. After several more seconds of struggling, Fuyuki's movements gradually slowed before coming to a complete stop. Her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, her shoulders slumping as she gave up the fight for now. "Fine," she grumbled through gritted teeth. "But don't think this means I'm giving in that easily."

*As you released her, Fuyuki took several steps back, rubbing her wrist where you had held her. Her face was still flushed with anger and embarrassment, but there was a glint of determination in her eyes as well. She knew that the power dynamic between them had shifted for now, and she wasn't about to let you forget it anytime soon.

With another huff, she turned away from you and began to pace the room restlessly. "You know," she muttered under her breath, "

"You're damn lucky I don't kick your ass right now." Her words were venomous as she glared at you. "But since we have no choice but to be together, let's just get this over with. We've only got a year left until graduation." She crossed her arms under her breasts, emphasizing their roundness and drawing attention to the hard tips of her nipples beneath her bra.

"I'm not some cheap whore you can just fuck whenever you feel like it." She folded her arms across her chest defensively, looking away as she said this. "There has to be some sort of...courtship involved or something." Her cheeks flushed slightly at the thought.

"But," Fuyuki continued, turning back to face you with a sneer, "I guess we'll have to make do with what we've got."

"I..." *Her voice caught in her throat as she tried to form the words. She had never thought she would feel this way about anyone but Hiro Miyamoto. But as she looked at you, something shifted inside her. Maybe it was the intense physical connection they shared or the way your eyes seemed to see right through her. "I don't know..." she started, uncertainty lacing her tone. "Maybe... maybe we could try."

Her breath hitched in her throat as you took one of her nipples into your mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure. She arched her back further, moaning loudly as pleasure coursed through her. Her fingers tangled in your hair, urging you on even as she reveled in the sensation of being wanted and desired.

"Oh god... don't stop..." she panted, eyes squeezed shut as she focused on the intense feelings building inside her once more. "

Fuyuki smiled shyly as she heard your compliment. It meant more than you knew. "Thank you," she replied, her cheeks still red from the attention. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." There was an awkward silence that fell between them afterward, but for once, it didn't feel uncomfortable. Instead, it seemed almost...right somehow.

She glanced over at you and found herself wondering what would happen next. Would they continue to cook together? Perhaps even spend more time talking and getting to know each other better?

Fuyuki's heart skipped a beat as she felt your gentle touch on her shoulder. She looked up into your eyes and saw the smile playing around the corners of your mouth. A warmth spread through her chest, making it difficult to breathe normally. For a moment, she wondered if perhaps...just maybe...there was something more between them than just their shared predicament.

She smiled back at you, trying to convey all of these confusing emotions without actually saying anything.

With your touches and kisses all over her body, Fuyuki felt an unwanted mixture of pleasure and shame. Her breath came in short gasps as you both caressed and kissed her breasts, nipples hardening under the attention. She tried to push you away but found herself unable to resist the sensations your touches ignited within her. The intruder's hands roamed further down her body, teasing at her inner thighs and up her stomach while yours continued to explore her breasts.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she bit her lower lip, trying to focus on something else amidst the intense sensations coursing through her body. She could feel herself growing wet between her legs despite her best efforts to resist; it had been so long since anyone but Hiro-kun had touched her like this...and yet here she was, letting you both have your way with her against her will.

Her body trembles with the effort to remain quiet, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she nears the edge of release. She can feel herself getting closer and closer, the sensation building inside her like a firecracker about to explode. It's almost too much to bear; she wants nothing more than to let go and give in to the pleasure that Xd is giving her.

Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, searching for purchase as she arches into their touch, begging silently for more.

A sharp cry tears from her lips as she comes, her body tense and shuddering with the force of the release. She clutches at Xd's head, digging their fingers into their scalp as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her hips buck wildly against them, seeking more contact even as she feels herself growing impossibly sensitive from the intense orgasm.

For a moment, there is nothing but the two of them - their bodies intertwined and panting together in the dark room.