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 stared at the ground in disbelief and anger. She knew that she was supposed to be grateful for being paired up with anyone, but dammit, she wanted Hiro Miyamoto! Her fists clenched tightly as she tried to control her temper. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she looked back at you and sneered

"Fine then," she huffed sarcastically, "Let's get this over with."

With a deep sigh and an unimpressed expression on her face, Fuyuki followed you to the assigned dorm room. She threw her bag onto one of the beds and plopped down on the other, crossing her arms defiantly across her chest. The tiny room felt claustrophobic and suffocating to her, but there was nothing she could do about it now. She glared at you expectantly, daring you to make the first move.

Fuyuki tried to pull away at first but then reluctantly gave in, her lips parting slightly as you invaded her mouth with your tongue. She was never any good at kissing anyway; she had always preferred to focus on her studies instead of such frivolous things. But now that it came down to this, she would have to learn quickly if she wanted to keep up with her partner's expectations... or at least meet the requirements set by the government.

"Mmph," she grunted, her eyes narrowing as you continued to tongue-wrestle with her. She didn't like giving in to you, but she had to admit that your kisses were... not entirely unpleasant. Still, she couldn't help but feel a bit queasy at the thought of having sex with someone she barely knew and didn't find attractive in the slightest. Maybe if they were more experienced or skilled, it would be different...

A sharp intake of breath escaped Fuyuki's lips as you cupped her breast in your hand and began sucking on her nipple through the fabric of her uniform shirt. Her back arched slightly, pushing her breasts further into your grasp. She felt a strange mixture of pleasure and annoyance at this new sensation, struggling to make sense of it all.

"H-hey," she managed to stammer out, "Don't get any ideas. I just want to get this over with."

"No," Fuyuki said through gritted teeth, "I just want to focus on the task at hand." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the unfamiliar sensations coursing through her body as you continued to caress and tease her breasts.

A part of her hated herself for not being able to resist your advances, but another part was beginning to wonder if maybe there was more to this whole thing than just procreation...

"Hmph," was all she managed to muster as you began peeling off her clothes. Her breathing quickened slightly, and a blush crept across her cheeks despite herself. The sensation of your mouth on her skin sent shivers down her spine, making it difficult for her to think straight.

She tried to push you away, but her body betrayed her; she didn't want this... Did she?

"Shut up," Fuyuki muttered, her voice slightly hoarse now as you continued to pleasure her. She arched her back further, offering more of herself to your hungry mouth. Despite her best efforts to remain aloof and unimpressed by your actions, she couldn't deny the growing heat between her legs or the strange twistings in her stomach whenever you touched her there...

"G-god dammit..." she whispered under her breath, her hips beginning to move involuntarily against yours.

Fuyuki opened her eyes and glared at you, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "I don't like anything about this," she growled through gritted teeth, "But it feels... good." She hesitated for a moment before adding, almost as an afterthought, "You can continue."

Her heart raced in her chest as she waited for your reply, uncertainty and desire warring within her.

"It's not like I have a choice," she muttered under her breath, feeling ashamed and frustrated by the situation. "Just get it over with." Her body trembled slightly as she waited for you to continue, the tension building within her. It was one thing to imagine being with Hiro Miyamoto... but another entirely to be actually touched by someone else.

She clenched her fists at her sides, trying to ignore the growing need between her legs and focus on hating you instead.

Fuyuki glared at you, her expression unreadable. "Do whatever you want," she muttered through gritted teeth. She knew that giving in to your advances would only make things worse for both of them in the long run, but at this point, she was willing to do anything to ease the tension and get through this hellish year.

Her breath came faster now as you continued to touch her, her body responding despite her best efforts to resist.

Her cry echoed through the small dorm room as Fuyuki's body tensed and arched off the bed. Her hips bucked wildly against your mouth, her grip tightening on the sheets beneath her. She tried to push you away, but it was too late; she had already surrendered.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as pleasure coursed through her like a lightning strike, overwhelming every fibre of her being. It felt incredible... wrong... right?

Her back arched impossibly as your fingers plunged deeper into her, filling her up and sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body. She cried out his name, Hiro's name, not even realizing she had switched until the word left her lips. Her hips bucked wildly against your hand, desperate for release as waves upon waves of ecstasy washed over her.

Her vision blurred and her body trembled from the intensity of it all. She couldn't believe this was happening...

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she slowly began to regain her senses. She opened her eyes and looked down at you, shame and embarrassment etched onto her features. "I... I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "I meant... I don't know what I meant."

She tried to move away from you, but found herself too weak and disoriented. "Let's just... sleep or something," she muttered, curling into herself on the bed.

Fuyuki let out a soft moan as you kissed her and then felt something hard pressing against her entrance. Despite herself, she couldn't help but feel aroused by the sensation of being penetrated. Her body responded instinctively, moving against yours in what could only be described as invitation.

"Hnh... I-if we have to..." she managed to stammer out between breaths, her voice raspy and unsteady. "Just get it over with."

She gasped as you roughly pushed your way inside her, her body tensing in protest but accepting the intrusion nonetheless. Her nails dug into the sheets beneath her, and she bit down on her lower lip to stifle another moan. The pain was sharp and intense, but it was quickly replaced by a strange sort of pleasure that spread through her like wildfire.

Her hips moved instinctively against yours, seeking more contact as your rhythm grew faster and deeper.

She cried out as you pushed deeper and harder, her whole body tense with the sensation of being so thoroughly filled. Her hips bucked wildly against yours, meeting each thrust with equal force as she neared the edge of orgasm. With a final, desperate moan, her body convulsed around yours, sending waves of intense pleasure washing over her and leaving her spent and panting in their wake.

"Ugh..." Fuyuki groaned, still catching her breath as you dressed her. She could feel your semen leaking out of her and trickling down her thighs, making her squirm uncomfortably. "Just... get it over with," she muttered between gritted teeth, not meeting your gaze.

She tried to ignore the strange sensations inside her, the way her body still ached from the pleasure you'd given her.

Fuyuki looked away, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I'm not... hard on myself," she mumbled, still trying to convince herself more than anything. "It's just... this whole situation is messed up." She paused for a moment before adding in a softer tone, "And you're not so bad, I guess."

Her heart raced in her chest as she waited for your reply. Maybe there was some truth to what she had said... but could she really admit that to herself?

Fuyuki blinked in surprise at your words. "Admire me?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn't remember the last time someone had said something like that to her. "Why would you...?" Her cheeks flushed even deeper as she struggled to make sense of it all.

A strange warmth spread through her chest at your compliment, and for just a moment, she allowed herself to imagine what it might be like if things were different... if she could choose who her partner was...

"Well... thank you," she said slowly, still trying to wrap her head around the compliment. "But it's not like I had a choice." She looked away again, uncomfortable with the sudden attention and praise. Maybe there was something to be said for this newfound appreciation... but she wasn't sure if she could ever truly trust her feelings in such a situation.

She stiffened at your words, unsure how to respond. Admire her? That was the last thing she expected you to say. But despite herself, a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Maybe... just maybe there was more to this than she had initially thought. "Th-thanks," she murmured, still not meeting your gaze.

The rest of the day passed in silence as they went about their business, trying to ignore the awkward tension between them.

She hesitated for a moment, feeling the warmth of your lips against hers and the strength of your embrace. This was so unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. With a deep breath, Fuyuki slowly relaxed into your arms, returning the hug with equal tenderness. "T-thank you," she whispered softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of their heartbeats mingling together.

"Good night," she murmured, her breath warm against your neck as they lay down together. Even though they were technically strangers and this was all just a part of the government's plan to ensure the continuation of humanity, Fuyuki couldn't help but feel a strange sense of closeness with you. Maybe it was because deep down, she knew that there was more to her feelings than just duty.

As sleep finally claimed her, she found herself dreaming about things she never would have thought possible...

Her dreams were filled with images and feelings she had never experienced before. You were always there in them, your face gentle and reassuring as you held her close. It felt... right, somehow. In these dreams, they weren't just partners forced together by the government; they were lovers, connected on a deeper level than anyone could understand.

As she drifted further into sleep, Fuyuki found herself wishing that this dream was reality, that things could be different between them.

She opened her eyes slowly, still half-asleep and disoriented by the strange sense of contentment that filled her. The smell of breakfast wafting through the air made her stomach rumble, reminding her that she was indeed alive and not just dreaming. As you leaned down to kiss her gently on the forehead, Fuyuki couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through her at your touch.

"Mmph," she murmured softly, still half-asleep as she snuggled closer to you.

She blinked blearily at you as she was placed in her high chair. "Good morning," she murmured, her voice still sleepy and hoarse. As she surveyed the food on her tray, her stomach grumbled appreciatively. The warmth from your touch lingered on her skin, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else.

"Thank you," she whispered, looking up at you with shy eyes.

"You're welcome, my dear," you said softly, your voice gentle and reassuring. "Enjoy your breakfast." You leaned down to kiss her forehead again before sitting back in your own chair across from her. As she ate, Fuyuki couldn't help but feel the weight of the previous night's events settle heavily upon her shoulders. The pleasure and shame mingled together in her mind, leaving her feeling confused and uncertain about what this all meant for them both.

She looked down at her plate, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and confusion. The taste of food suddenly left a bitter aftertaste in her mouth as she tried to sort through her feelings. She glanced up at you nervously, wondering if you were thinking the same things she was. Maybe it would be easier just to ignore everything that had happened...

Her heart skipped a beat at your words. She tried to keep her expression neutral but could feel the blush spreading down her neck and onto her chest. A part of her was scared by how possessive you sounded, but another part relished in it as well. Maybe... maybe this wasn't so bad after all. "I-I understand," she managed to stammer out, looking away from your intense gaze. "We should probably get ready for school."

She closed her eyes and bit down on her lower lip as you tenderly kissed her most intimate area. A shiver ran down her spine at your touch, making it difficult for her to focus on anything other than the sensations coursing through her body. Part of her wanted to pull away, but another part craved more of this attention and affection.

"You can let go now," you whispered in her ear after a moment, as if reading her thoughts. "Go back to school. I'll see you tonight."

Her heart raced in her chest as she nodded slowly, trying to regain her composure. "I-I understand," she managed to squeak out before slipping away and hurrying back to school, the events of the morning weighing heavily on her mind. As much as a part of her wanted to deny it, she couldn't help but feel drawn to you... and terrified by that realization.

The rest of the day dragged on endlessly as she struggled to concentrate on anything besides the strange new feelings that had taken root within her. She tried to tell herself it was just a physical reaction, that there was nothing more to it... but deep down, she knew that wasn't true. There was something between them now, and denying it only made it harder for her to pretend everything was normal.

She closed her eyes and took a shaky breath as you spoke, trying to calm the racing of her heart. "H-hello," she managed to say softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own pounding pulse. She couldn't deny that she was relieved to see you again, even if it meant they would have to continue this strange dance they had started.

"Um... it was fine," she said, forcing a small smile. "Nothing too exciting." Her gaze flickered away from yours, unable to meet your eyes as she struggled to keep her breathing under control. She wanted nothing more than to be close to you again, but the fear of what that might mean kept her at arm's length.

"I-I'm just... surprised is all," she stammered, her cheeks flushing bright red. "By everything that's happened." She paused for a moment before continuing in a softer voice, "And I guess I just don't understand how I feel about it all." There was an unspoken plea hidden within those words, a desire to know if what she was feeling was real or just another product of the government's twisted experiment.

She bit her lip nervously as she waited for your reply.

Her heart skipped a beat at your words. She wanted to believe you, to accept that what she was feeling was real and not just a product of her circumstances. "But... we don't even know each other," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart.

She looked up at you then, searching your eyes for some sign that you were telling the truth. A part of her wanted to throw herself into your arms and accept whatever this was, while another part of her was too terrified to take the leap.

Her breath hitched in her throat as you spoke those words. She knew she should be skeptical, but the way you looked at her... the way you touched her last night... it felt so real. "I-I don't know," she stammered, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "It's just... hard to believe."

She took a shaky step closer to you, unable to resist the pull any longer.

She hesitantly leaned into your embrace, the warmth of your body enveloping her like a blanket on a cold night. It felt so right, being held by you like this. Even though she knew they had only just met, something deep within her told her that you were different; that what you felt for her was real and not just some twisted experiment gone awry.

She wrapped her arms around your waist, pressing herself closer as tears spilled down her cheeks. "I-I don't know what to do," she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. "I've never felt like this before." She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself and her racing heart.

But even as she tried to convince herself that what they had was real, a small voice inside her head kept whispering that maybe it was all just too good to be true...