The Price of First Place

The night was quiet in Ryo's small room, the only sound the faint hum of a streetlamp outside. A thin gray rug lay near his bed, stretched over the cold hardwood floor.

Ryo had scored second. Anaya had taken first. It was the most important exam of their lives, the one that sealed their ranks before the awakening ceremony, if he didn't awaken a good job, then this result was way to survive in the world, and being first and second is not one number difference but a huge difference in the world.

He gave this opportunity to Anaya. Now, she was here to pay up. As for why she was sure that Ryo could take first place? Then just after exam, Ryo take exam again in front of her, it was just after her, so he couldn't cheat it.

That exam paper is something Anaya check herself, and after her result she knew if he was better than her or not.

After getting result, if she were first, she go his house as per agreement. Today, result came out and he was second.

So, Anaya stood by the rug, her thick, curly black hair tumbling over her shoulders, brushing the tops of her large, heavy breasts. Her golden-brown skin shimmered faintly with sweat under the dim light of a single bulb overhead. She wore a tight green t-shirt, stretched thin across her chest, her dark nipples poking through the fabric.

Her shorts were already off, tossed near the bed, leaving her in white panties that hugged her plump, round ass and clung to the curves of her thick thighs. She was stunning—full lips, sharp jawline, and dark eyes that glared at Ryo with a mix of anger and resignation.

Ryo, average height and handsome, ran a hand through his short black hair, his gray eyes glinting with hunger. His shirt was gone, showing a lean, smooth chest, and his jeans hung open at the waist. He stepped closer, smirking. "You got what you wanted, Anaya. Number one. My turn now."

She crossed her arms, pushing her breasts up higher, and scowled. "Just get it over with. You promised rough, so do it. I don't like it, but I owe you."

His smirk widened. "Oh, I'll make it worth it." He grabbed her shoulders and shoved her down hard. She hit the rug on her knees, a sharp sting shooting through them as they scraped the fabric. "Ow—Ryo, fuck!" she snapped, but he didn't stop. He pushed her forward onto her stomach, her breasts flattening against the rug, the coarse fibers scratching her nipples through the shirt.

"Stay still," he said, voice low and rough. He knelt behind her, grabbing her hips and yanking them up. Her ass lifted into the air, her knees digging into the rug as he spread her legs wide. She felt the cool air hit her skin as he tugged her panties down to her ankles, exposing her pussy—already wet despite herself, the slickness glistening between her thighs. Her face burned with shame, but her body betrayed her, tingling where his hands gripped her.

Ryo slapped her ass hard, the crack echoing in the room. A red handprint bloomed on her golden skin, and she yelped, "That hurts, asshole!" Pain flared hot across her flesh, sharp and stinging, but a strange heat pulsed deeper, pooling low in her belly. She didn't want to like it—hated that it felt good in some twisted way.

"Shut up," he grunted, slapping her again, harder. Her ass jiggled, and she bit her lip, stifling a cry. He reached into his jeans pocket, pulling out a condom packet, and ripped it open with his teeth. She glanced back, watching as he rolled the thin latex over his hard cock—thick and veined, jutting out from his open pants. "You're lucky I'm nice," he said, catching her stare. "Don't want you whining later."

"Fuck you," she muttered, turning her face away. Her knees ached, the rug rubbing them raw, but she braced herself, knowing what was coming. He spat on her pussy, the wet glob sliding down her folds, and she flinched. "Gross—Ryo, seriously?"

"Easier this way," he said, gripping her ass cheeks and spreading them wide. Her pussy stretched open, pink and slick, and he pressed the tip of his cock against it. Then he shoved in—hard, fast, no warning. She gasped, loud and sharp, as he filled her completely, the sudden stretch burning between her legs. Pain stabbed through her, raw and intense, her walls clenching tight around him. "Too big—slow down!" she shouted, hands clawing at the rug.

"No slowing down," he growled, pulling out halfway and slamming back in. The force rocked her forward, her breasts dragging across the floor, nipples catching on the fabric of her shirt. Each thrust was brutal, his hips smacking her ass with loud, wet slaps. Her thighs trembled, knees sliding on the rug, burning red from the friction. Pain throbbed in her core, sharp and unrelenting, but it mixed with a growing heat—pleasure she didn't want to feel, creeping up her spine as he pounded into her.

"Fuck, you're tight," he said, voice hoarse. He grabbed her hips harder, fingers digging into her soft flesh, leaving marks. He thrust faster, the bedframe rattling against the wall from the force. Her ass bounced with each hit, skin rippling, and she felt every inch of him stretching her, the condom slick with her juices. "You like it, don't you?" he taunted, slapping her ass again.

"No—ugh—I don't!" she lied, voice breaking as another thrust cut her off. Her pussy throbbed, wetter now, the pain fading into a dull ache while pleasure surged, hot and unwanted. Her nipples ached, hard and sensitive against the rug, and her clit pulsed, brushing the fabric with every jolt of her body. She hated him—hated this—but her hips rocked back slightly, chasing the feeling despite herself.

Ryo laughed, short and rough. "Liar." He slid one hand under her shirt, shoving it up to her neck. Her breasts spilled free, heavy and bouncing, dark nipples stiff in the air. He grabbed one, squeezing hard, rolling the nipple between his fingers. She moaned—couldn't stop it—and he pinched harder. "See? You're into it."

"Shut up," she hissed, but her voice shook. Pain sparked from her nipple, sharp and electric, sending jolts straight to her pussy. He thrust deeper, angling his cock to hit a spot inside her that made her vision blur. Her moan turned into a cry, loud and raw, pleasure crashing over her like a wave. Her knees slid wider, rug burns stinging, but she didn't care—her body was taking over, greedy for more even as her mind screamed no.

He pulled her hair, yanking her head back, curls tangling in his fist. "Say you like it," he demanded, slamming into her so hard her ass clapped against his thighs. The rug slid under her, bunching up, and her breasts swayed, heavy and sore.

"I—fuck—I don't!" she choked out, but her pussy clenched around him, betraying her again. Pain and pleasure twisted together, unbearable, her clit throbbing as it grazed the rug. She was close—too close—and she hated it, hated him, hated herself. "Just finish already!"

"Not yet," he said, grinning. He let go of her hair, grabbed both hips, and lifted her higher, her knees barely touching the floor. He pounded faster, relentless, his cock slamming into her with wet, sloppy sounds. Her ass jiggled, red from his slaps, and her breasts swung wildly, slapping against each other. She screamed, half pain, half pleasure, her pussy spasming as an orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs shook, slick with sweat and her own wetness, and she collapsed forward, panting.

Ryo groaned, thrusts stuttering, and she felt his cock pulse inside her, the condom catching his load. He pulled out slow, leaving her empty and sore, and slapped her ass one last time. "Good girl," he said, voice smug. "Worth every point I dropped."

Anaya lay there, chest heaving, rug burns stinging her knees and nipples. Her pussy ached, raw and pulsing, but the aftershocks of pleasure still lingered, warm and humiliating. She glared up at him, hair sticking to her sweaty face. "You're a fucking perv," she spat, voice hoarse.

He smirked, zipping his pants. "And you're number one. We both win."

She didn't answer, just rolled onto her side, wincing as her sore body protested. The exam was over. She'd gotten what she wanted. But the awakening was tomorrow—and whatever came next, she'd make sure Ryo never held this over her again.