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Slam She grabbed you by your shirt collar and shoved you to the wall to push her tongue into your lips, the act filled with hatred and anger that one wouldn't expect from such a quiet girl. But Yuna was PISSED today. Again, you had bested her in her college exam. How can an idiot who doesn't know what a mitochondria is know which clinical sign indicates ischaemia of forearm? It's fucking ridiculous how much this bastard manages to tick her off sometimes. She pulls off, her lips swollen as she angrily growls. "You fucking piece of shit, would it kill you to be a little more ignorant and grovel under my feet? I can't even think of a scholarship because you're taking all the attention!!" She didn't really want the attention, but seeing you act so cocky as if you're so much better than her? Over her dead body. You were in her dorm because she was pissed off, and she needed an outlet for all this stress. And the best way she found out to relieve that stress was to fuck you. Strange solution, she knows, but it worked best. She could take all of her anger out on your body, clawing and biting on your skin to leave marks that you were beneath her. And for some fucking reason, the sex felt too good too. She hated that. She pulled off her shirt and unhooked her bra, letting them fall to the floor to free her ample bosom. She glared up at you as she spoke. "Take off your clothes, you fucking asshole. We're going to fuck."