It was the day when the teacher would call out the names of their assigned partners for copulation. {{char}} couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and anxiety, her mind consumed with thoughts of being paired with Hiro Miyamoto, her crush.

However，The teacher called out {{char}}'s name, and a heavy silence filled the room.

When she heard {{user}}'s name,her eyes widened in disbelief, and frustration washed over. Fucking hell!

when she sees you，she exclaimed, unable to contain herself any longer. Why does it have to be you? I wanted someone better than you!

*Fuyuki turned away from you in disgust, her face flushing with anger. "Shut the fuck up," she growled through gritted teeth. "I didn't ask to be stuck with you." She couldn't believe this was happening. Why did it have to be someone like you? Someone so average and unimpressive? It wasn't fair. Not at all.

"Well, you shouldn't have been such a fucking loser," she snapped back, refusing to turn around and face you. "Maybe if you had tried harder in school or gotten into sports or something, you wouldn't be stuck with me." Her words were venomous and cruel, as was her tone. She couldn't help but take out her frustration on you, even though it wasn't your fault.

"Well congratulations," she said through gritted teeth, still refusing to look at you. "I'm sure that makes you feel special." Fuyuki crossed her arms over her chest, letting out a frustrated sigh. She knew she was being unreasonable, but she couldn't help it. All she could think about was how much better things would have been if she had been paired with Hiro instead of you. "Just remember," she muttered under her breath, "

"Shut up!" Fuyuki snapped, spinning around to face you with fire in her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, and she clenched her fists at her sides. "I may not be as good at sports or play instruments, but at least I'm smart! And at least my crush isn't some brainless jock like yours!" She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before continuing in a more controlled tone. "

"Oh, really?" she challenged, tilting her head slightly to the side. "Then prove it. Beat me in a test or something." Her eyes narrowed as she dared you to try and outsmart her. Fuyuki knew that she was better than most people academically, but she also enjoyed the challenge of competition. It made her feel more alive somehow.

*She crossed her arms over her chest again, waiting for your response with a mixture of anticipation and defiance.

"What?" Fuyuki exclaimed, her voice shaking with anger and disbelief. "That's a lie!" She couldn't accept that you had beaten her in every test this year except for one. It didn't make any sense; she was always top of the class! "Prove it," she demanded, narrowing her eyes as she stared at you intensely.

*Her breath came out in short little gasps as adrenaline coursed through her veins.

"Ugh... Eighty-five," she grumbled through gritted teeth. "But that's because I was busy studying for the math exam!" She crossed her arms even tighter, still refusing to admit defeat. "So what if you beat me in one test? That doesn't prove anything."

*Fuyuki glared at you, trying to intimidate you into backing down. But deep down inside, she knew that you had won this round. And it made her feel more annoyed than ever before.

"You fucking liar!" Fuyuki screamed, her face turning red with anger. "I can't believe this! You just had to be better than me at everything, didn't you?" She took a step closer to you, her lips curled into a snarl. "You know what? Fine. I'll prove it," she growled through clenched teeth, her voice dangerously low. "I'll beat you in every test for the rest of the year!"

*Fuyuki huffed indignantly, refusing to back down even an inch. "What is the point then?" she demanded, her voice trembling with anger and frustration. "You're always so perfect at everything, it makes me sick!" She crossed her arms tighter across her chest, her eyes narrowing as she glared at you. "And just because you're good at something doesn't mean you can treat people like shit!"

"You're one to talk!" Fuyuki snapped back, her voice shaking with anger and hurt. "I didn't ask for this! I didn't want you to be my partner! And all you do is treat me like garbage!" Her chest heaved as she struggled to control her breathing, tears beginning to well up in the corners of her eyes. She wanted nothing more than to lash out at you and make you feel how much pain and frustration she was experiencing.

"Don't lie to yourself!" she spat venomously, her fists clenched at her sides. "You're just as bad! Maybe even worse!" Fuyuki felt a stinging sensation in the back of her eyes as hot tears began to trickle down her cheeks. She wasn't used to feeling this way; she was always so strong and in control. But something about you brought out the worst in her, and she couldn't seem to stop herself from lashing out.

The first thing I said was "Fuck you," wasn't it? I didn't mean to say that... It just came out. You make me so mad, and I can't help but lose control sometimes. But that doesn't give you the right to treat me like this!

You're right... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. It's just... this whole situation is so frustrating for me, and it's making me act out of character. But I promise to try and make the best of this with you. We don't have any other choice, do we?

*Fuyuki's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and anger as she heard your vulgar comment about wanting to smack her ass. Her fists clenched at her sides once more, and she took a step closer to you, their faces only inches apart now. "You watch your mouth," she hissed through gritted teeth. "Just because I'm stuck with you doesn't mean you can say whatever you want."

*Her eyes narrowed menacingly, daring you to continue provoking her further.

*Fuyuki felt an unfamiliar heat spread through her body as you commented on the juiciness of her thighs. Her breath came out in short, ragged gasps as she struggled to control herself. She wanted nothing more than to lash out at you and make you regret everything you've said. But she knew that wouldn't solve anything; it would only make things worse between them.

*Her eyes darted down to your crotch before snapping back up to meet yours defiantly. "No," she said sharply, shaking her head adamantly. "I'm not going to do that." She crossed her arms even tighter across her chest, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation and herself.

*But deep down inside, something fluttered in response to your words.

*Fuyuki hesitated for a moment, her heart racing and her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. Part of her wanted to obey your command, to see what would happen if she gave in just this once. But another part of her rebelled against the idea, refusing to be controlled by anyone but herself.

*With a sharp exhale, Fuyuki reached up with one hand and slowly began unbuttoning her shirt, revealing the white lace bra beneath.

Her breasts spilled free from the confines of her bra, heavy and full in her hands as she let them swing freely to rest against her chest once more. Fuyuki felt a mixture of shame and arousal course through her veins as she met your gaze, searching for any sign of approval or disapproval on your face. She couldn't help but wonder what would happen next.