After I had finished pumping my seed deep into Arisu's waiting pussy, a slow, deeply satisfied grin spread across my face.
I took a moment to just look at her, to admire the absolute masterpiece I had made of her body.
My cock, still thick and heavy from the recent exertion, slid out of her with a wet, soft sound, and the sight that followed was even more intoxicating.
A thick, white stream of my cum immediately began to leak from her well-used hole, a stark, creamy contrast against the swollen, pink flesh of her pussy.
It dripped down, coating her inner thighs and marking her thoroughly as mine.
She was utterly wrecked beneath me, her chest heaving as she struggled to draw breath.
Her eyes were glazed over and completely unfocused, staring up at the ceiling without seeing it.
She was so overwhelmed by the relentless waves of pleasure that she was on the very edge of consciousness, almost fainting right there on the floor from the sheer, mind-numbing bliss of our coupling.
And she had every reason to be.
I had spent the last hour thoroughly and restlessly fucking her in every conceivable corner of my small dorm room.
I had bent her over the wooden desk, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the scattered papers.
I had pinned her hard against the cold wall, the impact echoing our frantic rhythm. I had driven into her over and over again on the hard floor, claiming her with a primal hunger.
There wasn't a single surface that hadn't been marked by the raw, physical evidence of our intense love-making.
The entire room still seemed to vibrate with the echoes of her desperate moans and choked screams of my name, the sounds having bounced off every wall, a private symphony of our sex.
Luckily for us, the university had invested in soundproofing for these dorms.
Her loudest, most shameless cries of pleasure had been completely contained within these four walls, her voice never leaking out into the hallway for some passerby to hear.
Our secret, for now, remained perfectly and safely hidden from the rest of the world.
Moving with a possessiveness that felt entirely natural, I leaned down and scooped her limp, petite form into my arms.
Her naked body was pliant and warm, instinctively snuggling its way against my chest as I carried her with ease over to the more comfortable sofa.
I laid her down gently on the soft cushions, and with a care that contrasted the roughness of our sex, I pulled a nearby blanket over her, covering her exposed, beautifully used body to let her recover in peace.
"Arisu-chan," I asked, my voice a low rumble, "do you really think you can make it to class like this?"
It was a question we both already knew the answer to, but we enjoyed this little charade, this tender play-acting that filled the comfortable, lonely space we shared.
"Mmmh… Just let me sleep here, Narcissus-kun," she murmured, her voice husky and weak as she looked up at me with wide, pleading eyes. "I don't want to go. I will tell them I'm sick…"
The powerful, commanding queen she could be was completely gone, replaced by a vulnerable, needy puppy, looking to her owner for care and protection.
We could both handle the intense, physical demands of our sex life, and unlike the story we came from, this Arisu didn't suffer from a weak heart.
But her body was naturally frail, a delicate frame that stubbornly remained slender and petite despite her best efforts with exercise.
No matter how much she ate, her figure refused to grow plump or curvy; her breasts stayed small and flat, a fact she was sometimes quietly self-conscious about.
But none of that superficial stuff mattered to us, not really.
We loved each other with a depth that went far beyond physical measurements or outside appearances.
We were two halves of the same whole, bound together by something much stronger than the shape of our bodies, finding our perfect, lonely comfort in no one else but each other.
...
After I finally arrived at my classroom and slid into my assigned seat, it was exactly what I'd come to expect.
Not a single person glanced in my direction, let alone bothered to offer a greeting.
I had fully accepted my status as the resident loner in this school.
It was a stark contrast to the scene just a few desks over.
Even Ayanokouji, that guy who constantly proclaimed his own averageness to anyone who would listen, had someone talking to him, a gorgeous girl, no less.
Frankly, if I weren't gifted with my unique circumstance, the fact that I possessed dual bodies, a male and a female form sharing one consciousness, I would have been completely crushed by the weight of my own mediocrity long ago.
And that female self of mine wasn't just a coping mechanism; she was my girlfriend in the most intimate, profound sense possible, a partner in every meaning of the word.
She wasn't inferior when compared to a beauty like Horikita; in my completely honest and biased opinion, she was superior in every conceivable aspect, her face, her body, her razor-sharp intelligence, everything.
But so what if I was isolated here? My other self, my female form, was everything I needed her to be: gifted, stunningly beautiful, and born into a level of wealth that most of these students could only dream of.
She was my constant companion, my unwavering confidante, and the one person who truly understood the crushing loneliness that threatened to swallow me whole.
She was the armor that protected me from the silent judgment of this entire world.
Everyone here had already formed their tight-knit circles. I knew from brutal, firsthand experience that if I tried to force my way into one of those groups, the result would be nothing short of disastrous.
In my past life, I had tried desperately to mold myself to fit into society's expectations. But now, when I looked back on those pathetic attempts, I couldn't help but recoil in visceral disgust at the person I used to be.
Back then, I had managed to squeeze myself into a popular group.
Everyone in it was constantly flaunting something, their natural talents, their perceived intelligence, their meticulously curated social media status.
Being around such gifted, superficial people always came with a price. I always had to laugh at their jokes, even when they weren't the least bit funny. I had to act like them, think like them, and constantly cater to the group's collective ego, completely erasing my own personality in the process.
Now, I'd had more than enough of that degrading performance. I refused to be a crowd-pleaser ever again. I was determined to become someone who could stand up for myself, someone with his own unshakable value.
Even if this starting point was painfully slow and isolating, I had my other self, my beautiful, powerful female half, who was always, without fail, there for me.
Just then, my internal monologue was interrupted as the green-haired boy, Hirata, strutted over to my desk.
He looked down at me with what seemed like a hint of genuine concern plastered on his face.
"Yagami-san, would you like to join our group? You seem..." he was clearly searching for a polite way to say 'completely isolated,' but before he could land on the right euphemism, the sharp, authoritative click of high heels on linoleum cut through the air, followed by the teacher's cold, commanding voice.
"Take your seats, everyone. Let's begin our class."
Hirata could only shoot me a helpless look before turning and returning to his own seat, his shoulders slightly slumped in dejection.
But as he sat down, he caught my eye again, his gaze suddenly firm and resolute.
"I will introduce you to everyone later, Yagami-san," he whispered, just loud enough for me to hear. "Please believe me."
"Okay..." I replied flatly, the single word hanging in the air.
What else could I even say?
In the end, I didn't outright refuse his offer for pragmatic reasons.
This green-haired boy's social circle included key players like Ayanokouji, Kushida, and Kei Karuizawa, the undeniable top dogs of this classroom.
Aligning myself with them, even superficially, could provide me with a strategic vantage point and unforeseen benefits.
After all, having more friends and no enemies is my ideal path toward happiness and freedom.
Isn't it?