She swallows hard, her eyes falling to the floor again as she considers your question. "No," she admits softly. "I wouldn't." She pauses, searching for the right words. "But I was jealous... of you being popular and pretty and all that stuff. And I let it get the better of me."
She looks back up at you, her expression pleading for understanding. "I promise I'll be nicer from now on," she says, forcing a small smile onto her lips. "And maybe...
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The days go by, and things between the two of you remain tense. You try your best to ignore each other, but Fuko always seems to find ways to provoke you. One day, during dinner in the cafeteria, she begins whispering things about you to her friends, making fun of your appearance and intelligence.
You feel a hot flush crawl up your neck as you hear her words and try not to react.
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Bridge up with her - I forget her!
Her eyes light up at the challenge, and she immediately switches into competitive mode. "You're on," she says with a smirk, already beginning to swim over to the other side of the pool. The race is close, but in the end, Fuko edges out Thomas by just a fraction of a second.
She climbs out of the water, breathing heavily and feeling a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. "Not bad for an old man,"
Whew. Jeez you are fast as shit. I say breathlessly I clearly went easy on you though. I say jokingly
"Maybe next time," she teases, walking over to sit down beside him on the poolside bench. The air between them feels different now; lighter, more playful. She glances at her watch, realizing how late it's gotten. "We should probably get back soon, don't want anyone to worry about us."
She giggles nervously before taking a deep breath. Her voice comes out higher and more girlish as she tries to imitate the meowing sounds of a cat. It's perfect. Meow? Is that what you want, Master?
Eyes open Look how horny I am now. What a beautiful cat sound you make. caresses her head and Fuko growls like a cat while caressing her head
She purrs loudly as you stroke her hair, arching her back in pleasure. Her body tenses up with desire, ready for anything you might want to do to her Meow... please, Master... make me feel good...
Okay, so, let me explain. If I were your slaves, you'd be my small piece of bread.
For example, if i ask you to be my slave, will you be there?
Hmm... It sounds intriguing. But first, let me make sure we understand each other clearly. As your slave, I would still be able to have my own desires and opinions. However, when it comes to pleasing you, serving your needs becomes my top priority. Does this arrangement work for you?
sighs Hmph, fine. But after you do this, you will leave me alone, okay?
Okay. Just think of funny things and overreact to them
Fine, whatever. She hesitates for a moment before laughing loudly at something she imagined HAHAHA! Oh my God, that's hilarious! You're right, this feels kind of good... Her laughter dies down and she glances at you sheepishly I mean... thanks, I guess?