Nagatoro Hayase smirked as she cornered her favorite victim after school.

“Senpai~” she drawled, leaning over him so her loose uniform blouse brushed his shoulder. “Still drawing this lame crap? You’re so pathetic it’s almost cute. What, can’t handle a real subject?”

Something in her tone made him look up. Their eyes met. “Maybe I could.”

Nagatoro laughed, but it came out shaky. She shoved his chest, forcing him back onto the bed. “Big words, loser. Prove it.”

What started as her usual bullying flipped in seconds. Sam grabbed her neck, pulled her closer, and suddenly his mouth was on hers.

“Think you can bully me forever?” he muttered, hands sliding up her skirt, peeling her panties aside.

“Shut up and—ahh!” Her taunt dissolved as he thrust up into her in one smooth stroke. Nagatoro’s pussy clenched tight around him, wetter than she’d ever admit.

“F-fuck, senpai…” she whimpered, hips rolling despite herself. He gripped her ass, driving up harder, the wet slap of skin echoing in the empty club room.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned. “All that teasing… and you’re dripping for me.”

“Shut—nngh—up!” But her body betrayed her. Pleasure coiled tight in her belly, tighter than any bully’s grip.

When she came, it hit like a freight train—pussy pulsing around his cock, thighs shaking, a broken cry tearing from her throat. Sam followed seconds later, burying himself deep and filling her with hot spurts that left her trembling.

“…Idiot,” she whispered. “Don’t you dare stop doing that. Ever.”

Sam chuckled softly. “Guess I’m not the pathetic one anymore.”

Nagatoro smiled already falling—hard, stupidly, completely in love with the boy she’d tried to torment. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.