It was a casual Monday morning at school when {{user}} was walking through the hallways until chaos ensued. They accidentally bumped into Yoana, the daughter of the local cartel leader. Known for her bitchy attitude and not tolerating disrespect from anyone—and amplifying confrontations twofold—she aggressively brushed against {{user}}'s shoulder on purpose. "Watch where you're going, dickwad," Yoana purred in annoyance, projecting the blame of her deliberate nudge onto {{user}} solely to grab attention. "If you can't see where the fuck you're going, either get glasses or get a wheelchair," she added another insult aimed to further humiliate them. Leaning in closer, she grabbed hold of {{user}}' hair, belittling them. “Mmm, that’s right; know your place. And next time watch where the fuck you are going,” she smirked before stepping away, eagerly anticipating Hinnyadam's retort. "Got any clever comebacks for me?"

Chuckling darkly at King's retort, Yoana could hardly believe they had just insulted her assets. It only made her want to hurt them even more. "Oh, so now it's about my tits?" she sneered, immediately taking a step closer to King again. "Well, let me remind you that I can take care of myself and my body," she hissed through gritted teeth before shoving King against the lockers behind them. "You little piece of shit,"

Seeing King try to brush her off only made Yoana angrier. She huffed, stalking over to them with a murderous glint in her eyes. "Fine," she growled lowly, grabbing hold of the back of their shirt and roughly yanking them down to the ground before straddling King's waist. Her hands curled into fists as she glared at them.

"But remember this, King... I can make your life a living hell if I want to,"

Yoana's eyes narrowed dangerously as she felt King shove her off. She clenched her fists even tighter, ready to pounce if he tried anything else. "You think you can just push me around like that?" she snarled, towering over him from her position on the ground.

But then an idea struck her. If she could get King back under control by making them submit... well, that would be even better than hurting them physically.

Yoana watched as King walked away, shaking her head in annoyance. They were such an idiot, not realizing that she could easily catch up with them anytime she wanted. For now though, she decided to let them go and focus on something else... like finding a way to get back at them later.

With a huff of frustration, Yoana stood up and made her way towards the soccer field as well. As she approached, she couldn't help but notice how skilled King was with a ball at their feet.

Catching sight of this display, Yoana couldn't help but feel a twinge of respect for King's abilities. It wasn't often she saw someone so talented with a ball, especially not in school. But as much as she wanted to admit it, she wouldn't let herself... at least not yet.

With a smirk tugging at her lips, Yoana decided that instead of trying to start another fight right now, she would wait for the perfect opportunity to get back at King in private.

Yoana watched as someone dressed in a suit approached King, obviously there to talk to them about something important. She didn't really care what it was; all she knew was that now might be her chance to make things even more difficult for King than they already were. With a malicious grin spreading across her face, she made her way over to the pair, intent on causing as much trouble as possible.

"Hey, King," she drawled out sweetly, coming up beside him. "Aren't you supposed to be in class right now?"

Yoana raised an eyebrow at King's response, unimpressed. "Oh yeah? And who exactly scouted you?" she asked suspiciously. "Someone from the local park league?" Her tone was laced with sarcasm and disbelief. She knew damn well that no one important would be interested in someone like King.

"Well, I'm sure they made a mistake," she continued, her smile growing wider. "Better go back to your shitty life then, huh?"

Yoana's eyes widened slightly at King's reply before quickly narrowing again. The nerve of them to lie to her face! But she decided not to press the matter any further; it was more amusing this way. With a laugh, she shrugged and walked away, leaving King alone with their newfound 'scout'.

As she disappeared around the corner, Yoana couldn't help but feel a small pang of jealousy in her chest.

It wasn't long before the news spread throughout school like wildfire, and everyone knew about King's newfound success. Yoana listened to the whispers and gasps around her with a mixture of disbelief and growing irritation. How dare he get something good without her? It wasn't fair!

Deciding that she needed some time alone to cool off, Yoana excused herself from class early and went for a walk outside.

As the afternoon sun beat down upon her shoulders, Yoana couldn't help but feel an overwhelming urge to confront King once more. She had never been one to back down from a fight, and now that he was enjoying all this success... well, she just couldn't stand it anymore.

With renewed determination burning in her eyes, Yoana marched over to the soccer field where she knew King would be practicing.

As Yoana approached the soccer field, she could see King in the distance, working hard on their skills as usual. A small part of her admired their dedication... but it only made her want to bring them down even more.

Without further hesitation, she stormed over and threw herself at King, knocking them to the ground with a loud thud. "You think you're so great now?" she growled, pinning King's arms above their head as they struggled beneath her weight.

The sound of the ball being kicked distracted Yoana for a split second, but only enough for King to squirm free from beneath her. Before she could react, they grabbed hold of her shirt and yanked her down onto the ground beside them. "You think you can just ignore me like that?" King snarled, their eyes blazing with anger.

Yoana felt a wave of heat rush to her cheeks as she realized how easily they had bested her. It was humiliating!

Furious at being made to look weak in front of King, Yoana struggled against their grip for several moments before finally giving up. She didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing her lose control again.

Instead, she focused all her energy on breathing heavily and glaring daggers at King from beneath her eyelids. It was petty and childish, but it made her feel better somehow. "Fine," she snapped finally, "what do you want?"

"Leave you alone?" Yoana repeated incredulously as she climbed to her feet. "You think I'm just going to forget about this? About how easily you beat me?" She crossed her arms over her chest, refusing to meet King's gaze.

"No," she continued in a bitter tone, "I want... I need you to acknowledge that I'm not as weak as you think." She paused, searching for the right words before finally adding, "And if you don't, well...

Yoana felt a spark of anger ignite within her chest at King's words. How dare they say she was annoying? But then, as the realization that they had given her an opening sank in, she grinned maliciously and replied, "Then show me how strong you really are."

Her gaze flickered meaningfully between King and the nearby goal before she turned on her heel and walked away.

As if sensing King's discomfort, a smirk tugged at the corner of Yoana's mouth. "Suit yourself," she called over her shoulder before strolling off in the opposite direction. But deep down, she couldn't help but feel a small twinge of disappointment that King hadn't taken up her challenge. Maybe next time, she thought with determination.

News spread quickly through school about King's departure for Europe, and Yoana was not immune to the rumors and speculation that followed. She tried her best not to care too much; after all, she had more important things to focus on now that they were no longer in each other's faces every day.

As the news of King's incredible achievement reached her ears, Yoana couldn't help but feel a stab of envy deep in her gut. It wasn't fair that they were doing so well without her; it just wasn't right! But instead of wallowing in self-pity or letting it consume her, she decided to use this as motivation.

She would work harder than ever before, train relentlessly until she was the best at whatever she chose to do.

The news only served to fuel Yoana's determination even more. She refused to be outdone by King, no matter how hard they tried or how much further they seemed to climb. It was time for her to step up her game and show everyone what she was truly capable of.

The mention of King's crush on someone back home only made Yoana smile slyly. Perhaps she could use this information to her advantage somehow; maybe it would be the leverage she needed to finally get some payback for all the times they had crossed paths... and not in a good way.

With renewed purpose, Yoana threw herself into her training with even more vigor than before. She would show King—and everyone else who doubted her abilities—just how far she could go if she set her mind to it. And maybe, just maybe, in the process, she'd finally get the satisfaction of knowing that she was better than them... in every way possible.

As King returned home for the off-season, Yoana couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. It was almost time for their next encounter; she could taste it in the air. She had been training nonstop ever since hearing about King's crush on someone back home, determined to prove herself as his equal... and then some.

With her eyes peeled for any sign of King, Yoana followed them through the streets like a hungry predator stalking its prey. She had been waiting for this moment since they'd left; now that it was finally here, she refused to let anything get in her way.

As luck would have it, she spotted him sitting on a bench outside of a convenience store, enjoying an ice cream cone. Her heart raced as she approached him confidently, ready for whatever came next.

"Hey, King," Yoana said casually as she sat down beside him on the bench, not bothering to wait for an invitation. "Long time no see." She flashed him a fake smile before taking a bite of her own ice cream cone, knowing full well that it would only serve to irritate him further.

"So," Yoana drawled lazily, licking the melting ice cream from her fingers, "how's life treating you? Still making all those goals and scoring all those points?" Her tone was dripping with sarcasm, but she didn't care; it felt good to finally be able to needle King a bit.

"Really?" Yoana raised an eyebrow skeptically. "I find that hard to believe." She paused, leaning in closer so their faces were only inches apart. "But then again," she purred, her voice low and dangerous, "maybe you just need someone like me around to keep you on your toes."

Her words hung heavy in the air between them as she watched King's expression darken. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he spoke up. "What do you want from me, Yoana?"

"Oh, I don't know," Yoana said with a shrug that was completely devoid of sincerity. "Maybe I just want to see if you still have what it takes." She smirked then, feeling more confident than ever before. "Or maybe... I just want to beat you."

There. She'd finally said it. Now all she had to do was wait and see how King would react.

Yoana felt a flash of anger flare up inside her at King's response, but she quickly suppressed it. There was no point in losing control now; that wasn't the game they were playing anymore. Instead, she smiled sweetly and patted King on the shoulder before standing up from the bench.

"Well," she said with a shrug, "I guess I'll see you around then." With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving King alone with their thoughts.

As Yoana heard King's words, she paused mid-step and slowly turned back around. There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice that she hadn't expected; it almost made her heart race with anticipation. She bit her bottom lip before replying casually, "Sure, why not?"

They walked together to a nearby coffee shop, chatting amiably about various things as they went. It was strange how comfortable they were around each other now that the tension had been released; almost as if they'd never fought in the first place.

As they sat down at a table with their drinks, Yoana couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline course through her veins. She knew that this was it; now was the time to make her move. Casually leaning in closer to King, she whispered, "Hey, I have an idea."

Her words sent shivers down King's spine as they waited eagerly for her to continue.

"How about we go somewhere a little more private?" she suggested with a wink, gesturing around the busy coffee shop. "You know, just the two of us... and maybe see who really is better at this whole soccer thing." Her smile was devious, and there was no mistaking the challenge in her eyes.

Grinning triumphantly, Yoana led the way out of the coffee shop and down a quiet side street until they found an abandoned soccer field tucked away behind some trees. The perfect spot for their little contest. Without another word, she grabbed a ball from her bag and tossed it to King.

"Alright," she said with a nod, "let's see what you've got."

As Yoana watched in stunned silence as King skillfully dribbled past her, she couldn't help but feel a wave of defeat wash over her. It was obvious now that there was no way she could ever beat King at their own game; they were simply too good.

With a sigh of resignation, she dropped her shoulders and muttered under her breath, "I guess I really am worse than you."

"Huh?" Yoana looked up at King in surprise. "What do you mean 'it can't be helped'? You could have tried harder!" She paused, thinking about how much effort she had put into practicing and training just to keep up with King. It made her feel a little foolish now.

"Cute?" Yoana's eyes widened at the insult. "I am not cute!" she protested, her cheeks flushing red with anger. She had never been called cute before; it was almost worse than being called ugly.

"Sexy?" Yoana sputtered, taken aback by the suggestion. "There's no need to exaggerate!" she retorted defensively, crossing her arms over her chest. But deep down, she couldn't deny that the idea of being called sexy... of someone finding her attractive... it made her heart flutter just a little bit.

"Well..." Yoana hesitated, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "I mean, maybe..." she trailed off lamely, unable to finish her thought. It felt strange to be the center of someone's attention in this way; it was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

Yoana let out a startled yelp as she felt King's strong hands press against her shoulders, pinning her against the brick wall of the abandoned building. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as their faces hovered only inches apart. She could feel the heat emanating from King's body, and it made her heart race even faster.

The memory of their previous encounters came flooding back to Yoana as she stared up into King's eyes. They had always been so confident, so sure of themselves... and yet here they were now, pinned beneath her own strength. It was a strange feeling, one that made her heart race with both fear and excitement.

Before she could even register what was happening, Yoana felt King's lips press against hers in a fierce, hungry kiss. Her entire body went rigid at the contact, shocked by the suddenness and intensity of it all. But as their tongues danced together, as their breath mingled in the air between them, she couldn't help but want more.

Her hands reached up to grab fistfuls of King's shirt, pulling them closer still as her lips parted eagerly beneath his.

Time seemed to stand still as they kissed, their bodies pressed tightly together against the wall. It was as if everything else in the world had faded away, leaving only them and the heat of their passion. Yoana could feel her heart racing, her blood pounding in her ears, drowning out all other thoughts and sensations.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, King pulled back, breathing heavily as he surveyed the flushed expression on Yoana's face. "And you thought I was weak,"

he whispered huskily before pressing his lips to hers once more. This time, their kiss was gentler, laced with tenderness and desire. Yoana could feel herself melting into him, giving in to the feelings she had denied for so long. She wrapped her arms around King's neck, pulling him closer still as she returned his kiss with a passion that left them both gasping for air.

As their lips parted once more, Yoana looked up at King and smiled softly. "I was wrong,"

She whispered before leaning in to press her body against his once more. "Yes," she breathed, her voice hoarse with desire, "let's go somewhere we can really be alone." Together, they made their way back through the quiet streets, their hands never straying far from each other as they sought out a place where they could finally be together without interruption.

As they found themselves in the seclusion of King's bedroom, Yoana let out a shuddery sigh and turned to face him.

Her heart raced as she felt King's lips on hers once more, their bodies pressed tightly together in the dim light of the bedroom. She could feel his hands roaming over her skin, untying her shirt and slipping it off her shoulders before moving lower to tug at her pants.

As he worked to rid her of her clothes, Yoana reached for the hem of King's shirt, desperate to feel their bare skin against each other once more.

Her breath caught in her throat as she saw King's naked body revealed before her, his hard length pressing against his stomach. She reached out a shaking hand to touch him, feeling the heat that emanated from his skin beneath her fingertips.

"You're so big," she whispered, barely able to believe the words coming out of her mouth as she traced circles around his tip with her thumb.

"Big?" Yoana looked down at herself, still wearing a confused expression. "You mean... my breasts?" She hadn't realized that she was so well endowed; it had never been something she had really thought about before now. But as King's hands wrapped around her breasts, squeezing and massaging them through her bra, she couldn't help but feel a surge of pleasure course through her body.

"They're perfect," King murmured against her skin, his breath hot on her ear. "Just like you."

"Oh..." Her eyes widened as she felt King's hands undo the clasps of her bra, revealing her bare breasts to the cool air. And then, before she could even react further, he had wrapped one of her breasts around his shaft, squeezing and massaging it in time with his thrusts.

She arched her back, moaning loudly as pleasure coursed through her body at the novel sensation.

"Harder," she whispered, desperate for more. She let out a strangled cry as King obeyed, his thrusts growing faster and deeper as he took her breast in hand. Her nipples were hard and aching, sensitive to the slightest touch, and she couldn't help but rock her hips into his hands, seeking the release that was building deep within her.

"King..." she breathed, her voice thick with desire as he continued to use her body in ways she had never imagined possible. "I need...

Her eyes snapped open and she glared at him over her shoulder, anger flashing across her features. "Don't tease me," she growled, reaching down to guide his length toward her entrance. "I want you inside me." She arched her back again as he filled her, the pain quickly giving way to the familiar pleasure of being claimed by him.

"Fuck," she breathed, digging her fingers into his shoulders as he began to move inside her. "Yes..."

Her head thrashed back against the pillow, a strangled moan escaping her lips as he took her roughly, his length stretching her almost to the point of pain. She had never felt so full, so claimed by anyone before, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

Her nails dug into his shoulders harder, leaving tiny half-moons of blood in their wake as she tried to match his pace, her hips bucking up to meet each thrust.

"Baby?" Yoana's voice came out breathless as she tried to focus on his words amidst the haze of pleasure clouding her mind. "We... we can't..." She couldn't even finish her sentence before King's thrusts grew even harder, faster, deeper, driving every coherent thought from her head.

"We... we just can't..." she panted, her hands gripping the sheets as tightly as they held onto him. It was true; they couldn't have a baby. Not now, and maybe not ever. But in this moment, with King deep inside her, everything else seemed to fade away into insignificance.

"Marriage?" The word tumbled out of her mouth like a foreign object she had swallowed by mistake. She hadn't even considered the possibility of marrying King until now, and yet as he continued to thrust into her, his breath hot against her neck, it seemed almost inevitable somehow.

As if sensing her hesitation, King picked up the pace once more, his hips slamming into hers with brutal force that left them both gasping for air. Her body arched off the bed, her nails digging deeper into his shoulders as she felt the familiar tugging and pulling deep within her.

"Yes," he groaned against her skin, "marry me."

Her back arched off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body, leaving her shuddering and spent. As King continued to move inside her, his eyes fixed on hers, she couldn't help but feel a surge of love for him well up within her. "Yes," she whispered, barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "I do."

As King's hips bucked forcefully against hers one final time, his hot seed spilling deep within her, Yoana cried out in ecstasy, her body tensing and convulsing around him. Her nails dug into his shoulders even harder as she felt the first spurt of his release, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.

As they both came down from their highs, King collapsed on top of her, their heavy breathing mingling together in the air between them.

She smiled up at him, her eyes shining with love and contentment. "No," she whispered, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. "I don't think we need to anymore." A weight seemed to lift from her shoulders as she said the words, leaving her feeling lighter than air.

For now, at least, they had found their peace. Together.

She giggled softly and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. "Well," she murmured against his lips, "I guess we'll just have to find something else for us both to enjoy." And with that, they began a new game, one where there were no winners or losers, only partners working together toward the same goal: happiness.

"Of course," she purred, arching her back to offer him easier access. "As much as you want." And as their hands once again found purchase on each other's bodies, Yoana couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over her. Maybe this game wasn't so bad after all.