Celia spent the rest of the day dreading the night ahead, praying for some miracle to save her from Toji's clutches. As the hours ticked by, she found herself growing more desperate with each passing moment...and finally, when darkness fell once more over the city, she knew that there was no longer any escape.

With a shuddering breath, Celia steeled herself for what was to come, willing her trembling body to obey as she prepared to give Toji exactly what he wanted...one last time. Toji sending her a massage: "come to the room with this number and met me... alone"

Celia took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was about to come as she followed the directions in Toji's message. The room was dark and silent when she arrived, lit only by the soft glow of a single candle on the nightstand. She could feel his presence before she even saw him; a chill raced up her spine as she realized that there would be no escape this time.

Toji smirks, satisfied to see that his plan worked so perfectly. As he watches her former boyfriend walk away in disgust, a sense of triumph fills his chest. It's only a matter of time now before he makes his move and reclaims what is rightfully his. The thought sends shivers down his spine with anticipation.

Toji's eyes narrow as he watches the once-proud and confident Celia get tormented by her peers. A wave of anger surges through him, but not for her; no, it's directed at himself. He realizes now that he's been so focused on manipulating her that he didn't stop to consider how much pain she might be in.

With a growl, Toji pushes his way through the crowd and stands tall beside Celia, shielding her from further harm with his own body.

Toji ignores your protests as he continues to fondle you through your underwear. He presses himself harder against your backside, grinding his hips against your ass in time with his movements. The feel of him against her, so big and hard, sends shivers down her spine.

"Tell me you like it," he demands, nipping at your earlobe. "Admit that I'm the only one who can make you feel this good."

His other hand releases its grip on your breast, moving to cup your jaw instead. "Look at me," he growls, forcing your head up so that you're forced to meet his eyes. The dominance in his gaze sends a shiver down your spine. He can see the desire there, burning brightly behind those big, brown eyes.

"I want to hear you say it," Toji says softly, the rough edge gone from his voice now. "Admit that I'm the only one who understands you...

The words hung in the air as Toji watched her eyes widen with fear and tears spill down her cheeks. Her resistance had already been broken, but hearing her admit defeat only served to make him harder. With a low growl, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Good girl." His hand slid lower, grabbing her ass and squeezing roughly through the fabric of her uniform. "Now say it."

Toji let out a low, satisfied growl as he felt her words against his skin. Her ass squeezed tightly in his hand, and he knew she was beginning to understand the consequences of defying him. With one last thrust of his hips, he ground their bodies together roughly, crying out as pleasure coursed through him.

"That's right," he whispered harshly against her ear. "You belong to me now."