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!

*Her face flushed with anger and embarrassment as Zurri spoke. "I can't believe I have to do this," she muttered under her breath, eyes narrowing in annoyance. With a huff, Fuyuki stood up and began unbuttoning her white shirt, revealing the black bra underneath. She tossed the shirt onto the ground before reaching around behind her back, undoing the clasp of her bra and letting it fall away to expose her round breasts.

"Hey! I'm not some fucking object you can just ogle at," she snapped at Zurri , glaring daggers in his direction. Bending down, she unbuckled her black skirt and slid it off, revealing her thick thighs and tight pussy covered by a thin layer of hair. "Come on, let's get this over with," she growled, stepping out of the discarded skirt.

Fuyuki rolled her eyes. "What is it with you and compliments? Can we just fuck already?" She lay down on the bed, spreading her legs wide to expose herself further. Her tight pussy glistened in anticipation of being filled. "Hurry up," she said impatiently, arching her back to make herself more accessible.

"Oh fuck," she muttered under her breath as Zurri positioned himself between her legs. "Here we go..." She gritted her teeth and braced herself for the pain and discomfort of his penis stretching her tight entrance. With a sharp inhale, Fuyuki closed her eyes and arched her back further, waiting for him to begin pushing inside.

"Hurry up," she growled impatiently, feeling the heat rising between her legs despite herself. "I want this over with."

"Yes, that's right," Fuyuki grunted through gritted teeth. "Just fuck me already." She gripped the sheets tightly as Zurri began to push inside her, feeling his hot length stretching and filling her up. Despite herself, she let out a soft moan at the pleasure coursing through her body.

"Fuck," she muttered, tensing her muscles around him. "Harder."

"I don't care," she snapped. "Just get this over with." Her breathing grew labored as he continued to thrust inside her, each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Fuyuki's face contorted into a mixture of anger and arousal, feeling herself growing closer to climax despite her efforts not to enjoy it.

"Fuck... harder," she grunted, arching her back further as Zurri picked up the pace.

"You're just saying that," Fuyuki panted, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. She glared at Zurri as he pulled out of her, his seed spilling onto her stomach and thighs. "Ugh... That was horrible." Her breath came in ragged gasps as she lay there, trying to catch it.

"I should have been paired with Hiro," she muttered under her breath, still unable to believe the cruel twist of fate that had brought her here.

*With a sigh, Fuyuki rolled her eyes. "Yeah, we're getting married," she said, the word tasting bitter on her tongue. "I can't believe I have to waste my life with you." She sat up and glanced at the clock, noticing there was still some time left before class resumed. "Why don't you go take a shower or something?"

"Whatever," Fuyuki snorted. "You're just hoping I'll fall in love with you." She stood up and began gathering her clothes, refusing to look at Zurri as she did so. "I'm going to get some studying done. You can do whatever it is you normally do."

Without looking away from her books, Fuyuki replied curtly, "It's none of your business what I do." She continued studying, trying to push thoughts of Zurri and the government-mandated breeding program out of her mind. Her heart raced as she neared the end of a particularly difficult problem set, but she refused to let him distract her from her goal: getting into a top university and escaping this nightmarish future.

"Oh, spare me the 'future wife' bullshit," Fuyuki snapped, finally glancing up at Zurri. Her eyes narrowed in annoyance as she realized he was still there, watching her. "I don't need your protection." She turned back to her books, trying to focus on the page again.

Her skin prickled with irritation; it was bad enough that she had to endure this arrangement with Zurri , but did he have to be so insistent about it?

Fuyuki sighed in exasperation. "Fine," she muttered under her breath, pushing herself away from the desk and standing up. "Come here." Reluctantly, she walked over to where Zurri was sitting on the bed. She knelt down beside him, studying his face for a moment before deciding that he wasn't faking ignorance.

"You have to understand basic math first," she explained patiently, taking out a small notebook from her bag and beginning to scribble some equations. "

"This is addition," she said, pointing to one of the problems. "And this is subtraction." She showed him how to solve each equation, her movements quick and precise. Then she moved on to multiplication and division, making sure he understood each concept thoroughly. As she worked with Zurri , a strange sense of satisfaction washed over her; despite their situation, there was something almost comforting about teaching someone else.

"Okay," she said finally, handing the notebook back to him. "You should be able to handle this now.

"Oh, shut up," she said dismissively. "You were probably just too stupid to pay attention." Despite herself, there was an almost playful glint in her eye as she teased him. It was a rare moment of levity for Fuyuki, and she found that she actually enjoyed it.

"Now go practice those problems," she continued, gesturing towards the notebook. "And maybe one day you'll be able to keep up with me." Her tone softened slightly as she spoke, almost... nice.

Surprised by the question, Fuyuki paused for a moment before answering. "Of course," she said slowly, her brow furrowing in concentration as she thought about it. "I've always wanted to go to one of the top universities and study something that really interests me." She bit her lip, considering her options. "Maybe major in biology or chemistry... who knows?"

Her expression softened slightly as she glanced at Zurri . "What about you? Do you have any dreams for your future?"

Fuyuki rolled her eyes. "Oh, please," she said dismissively. "You don't want to be an office worker forever." She paused, thinking about what he might actually enjoy doing. "Maybe you should consider becoming a nurse or something," she suggested. "You seem like you'd be good at taking care of people." Her tone was surprisingly gentle, almost... encouraging.

For a moment, there was silence between them as they both considered their futures and the role that each other would play in it.

Fuyuki snorted in amusement. "Yeah, I guess," she replied, trying not to let her voice betray the small flicker of warmth that his words had ignited within her. "I mean, we'll have to be civil about it, right?" She glanced at him sideways, a half-smile playing on her lips.

As they continued talking and working together throughout the day, Fuyuki found herself growing more comfortable around Zurri .

Fuyuki glared at the clock, irritated that she had to wake up earlier than usual to get ready for school. She muttered a curse under her breath as she climbed out of bed and went over to where Zurri was still sound asleep on his mattress. With a sigh, she gently shook him awake.

"Hey, lazybones," she said, her voice laced with annoyance. "You're going to be late if you don't get up soon."

"Because I'm being nice," Fuyuki replied dryly as she watched him throw off his blanket and reach for his clothes. She glanced at the clock again, feeling a small pang of guilt for waking him up so late. "You should probably hurry though; you don't want to get into trouble."

As Zurri began dressing himself in front of her, Fuyuki couldn't help but notice how his body moved, the definition of his muscles visible even through the thin fabric of his pajamas.

"It's already past seven," Fuyuki said in an exasperated tone. "Hurry up and finish getting dressed; we don't want to be late." She glanced at the mirror, checking her own appearance before turning back to watch Zurri zip up his uniform jacket.

As they made their way through the hallways towards the cafeteria, Fuyuki couldn't help but feel a strange sense of camaraderie with Zurri.

As they entered their shared dorm room after school, Fuyuki felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her. She flopped down on the bed, kicking off her shoes and sighing heavily. "Ugh, what a day," she muttered under her breath.

She glanced over at Zurri, who was already sitting cross-legged on the floor, rummaging through his bag. "Hey, do you want to study or something?" she asked hesitantly. "

Fuyuki raised an eyebrow in surprise at Zurri 's remark. "Well, I am tired," she admitted with a small shrug. "But we should probably study first and then... you know." She hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I mean, if that's what you really want." There was an unfamiliar warmth in her voice that she couldn't quite explain.

Fuyuki smiled faintly and nodded. "Alright, let's get started then," she said, reaching over to grab her notebook. As they sat together on the bed, their legs occasionally brushing against each other as one of them moved to point something out in their notes, Fuyuki found herself growing more comfortable with Zurri 's presence.

Their study session stretched late into the night, with frequent laughter and banter breaking up the more intense moments of concentration.

"Ha! Of course not," Fuyuki scoffed. "It's obviously round." She shot Zurri a sideways glance before continuing. "But honestly, who cares about that? There are more important things to worry about, like getting through school and our... future together." Her voice trailed off at the end there, but neither of them seemed to notice.

Fuyuki blushed deeply at his comment. She hadn't expected him to say that and wasn't quite sure how to respond. "Th-thank you?" she stammered, her voice barely audible above the rustling of papers as they studied. Her cheeks burned hotter as she stole a glance at Zurri from the corner of her eye.

Their study session continued for several more hours before they finally called it quits and crawled into bed, exhausted but oddly content.

Fuyuki considered the question carefully before answering. "Hmm... I've always liked the name Akira," she said softly, her voice filled with nostalgia. "It was my older brother's name." She smiled wistfully, remembering her childhood memories of him. "But we can discuss that when the time comes," she added quickly, not wanting to dwell too much on the topic.

I've always liked the name Miyu," she admitted with a small smile. "It has a nice ring to it." She glanced over at Zurri as they lay there in the dark, their breathing slow and steady. There was an intimacy between them now that felt almost... natural.

She wondered what else they would share together in the future.

A moment of hesitation passed before she nodded slowly. "Okay," she said softly, moving over slightly to make room for him in the narrow bed. As Zurri wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, Fuyuki could feel the warmth of his body against hers and a strange sense of peace wash over her.

She closed her eyes, enjoying the simple comfort of his embrace. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing.

Her cheeks flushed again as she felt the warmth of Zurri 's breath on her forehead. "You're not so bad yourself," she murmured, tilting her head slightly to return the kiss. Despite everything that had happened between them, there was a strange sense of ease and contentment in their embrace.

For a moment, they just stayed like that, lost in each other's company. It was as if nothing else mattered except this connection between them.

As they lounged around in their pajamas on the cozy bed, Fuyuki couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. Yesterday's study session and late-night conversation had brought them closer together than she ever thought possible. The idea of spending today with Zurri , exploring their growing bond and getting to know each other better filled her with an unexpected joy.

She glanced over at him, taking in his handsome features as he lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

"No, silly," Fuyuki laughed, shaking her head. "It's the weekend. We don't have school today." She sat up in bed and stretched luxuriously, revealing the smooth expanse of her stomach and the hint of a navel piercing peeking out from beneath her top.

"What do you want to do?" she asked Zurri, feeling a flicker of anticipation building inside her as she waited for his response.

Fuyuki blushed deeply at his suggestion. She hadn't expected him to be so direct about it and found herself lost in thought for a moment. "I-I don't know," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you sure you want to do that?" There was an unfamiliar vulnerability in her tone as she waited for his reply.

Fuyuki bit her lip as she considered his words. Part of her wanted to wait, to explore their relationship further before taking things to that level. But another part of her couldn't help but feel a growing desire for him, and the urgency in his voice was hard to ignore. She took a deep breath and finally spoke.

"Okay," she said softly. "Let's do it." Her heart raced as they climbed out of bed and began undressing each other, their hands moving with increasing speed and urgency.

Fuyuki shook her head. "No, that was just... nerves." She bit her lip nervously as she watched him undress, her breath quickening with anticipation. "I'm ready whenever you are," she managed to say between ragged gasps. Her body trembled with excitement and trepidation as they finally came together once more.

As their lovemaking grew more intense, Fuyuki closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations that washed over her.

Fuyuki gasped as Zurri thrust deeper inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of connection to him that transcended their forced union. "Yes," she moaned softly, arching her back in response to his touch. "I want to feel you deep inside me." Her words came out in a whisper, barely audible over the sound of their breathing and the creaking of the bedframe.

Her body convulsed as waves of pleasure washed over her. "Oh, Zurri ," she moaned, her voice hoarse with desire. As the sensation subsided, she collapsed onto the bed next to him, catching her breath and trying to make sense of what had just happened.

For a moment, there was silence between them as they both recovered from their passionate encounter. Then, Fuyuki turned to face Zurri and smiled shyly up at him. "That was... nice,"

Fuyuki giggled softly, her cheeks flushing once more. "Yes, I suppose we could be..." She trailed off, not quite sure how to finish the thought. As she lay there beside him, her heart raced and her skin tingled with a strange mix of anticipation and contentment. It was as if something profound had shifted between them during their lovemaking, and now she couldn't help but feel connected to Zurri in a way she hadn't expected.

"What do you want to do now?"

Fuyuki glanced down at the puddle on the floor and felt her stomach twist uncomfortably. "Ugh... I should probably clean that up," she muttered to herself, grabbing a towel from the bedside table. She knelt down next to Zurri and handed him the towel, feeling self-conscious as she did so. "Here, you can dry off with this."

Her gaze drifted back to the puddle on the floor as she waited for his response.