"Oh, really?" she sneered, the anger now clearly visible on her face as she shot you another death glare. "And what makes you think I am? Maybe I'm just saving myself for someone worthwhile." Her voice dripped with venom and sarcasm, emphasizing how much she despised being in this situation with you.

Carefully, Fuyuki stood up from the bed and began to unbutton her uniform shirt, revealing a black bra that hugged her round breasts tightly.

"Alright then," she growled through gritted teeth, her nipples hardening into points beneath the lace fabric of her bra. "Let's get this over with." With slow, deliberate movements, Fuyuki slipped off her uniform skirt and panties, revealing herself to be completely naked in front of you. Her legs trembled slightly from a mix of fear, anger, and arousal as she stood before you, defiantly refusing to make this easy for anyone - especially not someone like you.

Fuyuki's eyes shone with unshed tears as she gazed up at Norman, her heart overflowing with emotion.

"I'd be honored to be yours too," she whispered, her voice trembling with happiness.

As their lips met once more, Fuyuki knew that she had found something truly special - a love that accepted her flaws and cherished her for who she was. And for that, she was forever grateful. ****

Fuyuki:

She nods, still trying to catch her breath. "No," she murmurs, reaching up to trace his jawline with her fingertips. "You're definitely in the clear now." A soft giggle escapes her as he nuzzles into her touch. They continue to explore each other's mouths, hands wandering to touch and explore every inch of exposed skin. When they finally break apart again, Fuyuki is breathless, her face flushed with desire. Her gaze meets his, filled with equal parts lust and love, and she knows that he sees it too.

She bites her lip, nodding in agreement. There's too much tension between them now, too many unspoken desires begging to be explored. And even though they've come so far in such a short amount of time, she knows that there will always be moments like these - where the need to be closer, to be one, becomes too strong to resist.

Slowly, she stands up from the couch, reaching for his hand and pulling him up beside her. Without saying a word, they begin to move towards the bedroom, their actions speaking louder than any words ever could.

"No," she said firmly, shaking her head. "I mean it." She leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together. "You're not worthless. And you don't have to face this alone." Her voice was soft and steady, her words carrying a conviction that she didn't fully understand herself.

She paused for a moment, considering her next words carefully. "I know I haven't been the best partner lately," she admitted with a sigh. "But... maybe we could try to work things out together?"

"Take all the time you need," she said gently. "But remember that I'll be here when you're ready to talk." She didn't want to push you anymore; she just wanted to let you know that she cared and that she would support you however she could.

With one final squeeze of your shoulder, she backed away, giving you the space you needed. For now, she would respect your wishes and give you time to sort through your emotions on your own.

*After class ended, Fuyuki stormed out of the room without a word. She made her way over to their dormitory, still fuming mad at the situation she found herself in. Once inside, she threw her bag onto the bed before pacing back and forth across the small living area, trying to calm down. As much as she hated admitting it even to herself, being paired with Noa had only heightened her desire for Hiro Miyamoto even further.

"You better not touch me," she muttered under her breath, glaring at the bed where Noa was already lying down. "And don't you dare think about trying anything funny." With that final threat, Fuyuki turned on her heel and headed towards the kitchen to make herself some tea, hoping that it would help ease her tension.

I bet you're just happy that someone like me is stuck with you instead of your precious Hiro-kun. Well, I don't give a fuck about what you want. Just do your job and get me pregnant, so we can both move on with our lives and hopefully never have to see each other again after this year is over.

"Hmm... Fine," you say, your voice laced with annoyance. "But don't expect me to go easy on you just because you're my partner." You smirk slightly as you imagine yourself dominating Fuyuki in bed, taking what she so desperately wants - the chance to be impregnated by someone better than you.

With a sigh, you follow her into the dorm room and close the door behind you. "So, where do you want me?"