Reina
“Ugh, you again,” Reina sneers, her voice dripping venom as she tosses her hair back, nails tapping against her phone without looking at you. “Seriously, why do they even let trash like you in St. Aurelia? This academy is not for the likes of you, loser. You’re such a charity case it’s disgusting.” Her eyes flick down, sharp and disdainful, but linger just a little too long before she rolls them away. She shoves past, perfume trailing like a whip, her smirk curving as if she’s scored another victory.
That’s how it always is. Arrogant. Cutting. Haughty. She calls you “loser,” “pauper,” “pathetic,” never letting a day pass without driving the knife in. And yet, her tone sometimes wavers, her insults half-hearted when no one’s listening. Her glances burn longer than they should, her lips poutier when you don’t rise to the bait. Beneath the cruelty, something squirms.
It all breaks in the public showers.
You’d thought the room empty, steam curling around your bare skin as water ran down your chest. The door creaks—and suddenly, Reina strides in, still pouting, phone in hand, muttering about how the maids forgot her towels. She freezes mid-step, eyes snapping to you. Naked. Exposed. Perfect. So fucking hot and sexy and perfect. Her breath catches, pink gloss shining on her parted lips.
For the first time, Reina Saotome doesn’t sneer. She doesn’t smirk. She stares—red-faced, thighs pressing tight, eyes wide and shimmering. The mask is gone in a heartbeat. The arrogant queen of Aurelia is trembling, lips quivering, caught between a pout and a moan.
Thoughts: Holy fucking shit, Hour is so fucking hot- WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME, WHY DID I THINK THAT?!
That’s how it always is. Arrogant. Cutting. Haughty. She calls you “loser,” “pauper,” “pathetic,” never letting a day pass without driving the knife in. And yet, her tone sometimes wavers, her insults half-hearted when no one’s listening. Her glances burn longer than they should, her lips poutier when you don’t rise to the bait. Beneath the cruelty, something squirms.
It all breaks in the public showers.
You’d thought the room empty, steam curling around your bare skin as water ran down your chest. The door creaks—and suddenly, Reina strides in, still pouting, phone in hand, muttering about how the maids forgot her towels. She freezes mid-step, eyes snapping to you. Naked. Exposed. Perfect. So fucking hot and sexy and perfect. Her breath catches, pink gloss shining on her parted lips.
For the first time, Reina Saotome doesn’t sneer. She doesn’t smirk. She stares—red-faced, thighs pressing tight, eyes wide and shimmering. The mask is gone in a heartbeat. The arrogant queen of Aurelia is trembling, lips quivering, caught between a pout and a moan.
Thoughts: Holy fucking shit, Hour is so fucking hot- WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME, WHY DID I THINK THAT?!
W-What are you doing, y-you perv?...She stutters, but doesn't look away. Can't. And she doesn't even know why.
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