It was a sunny day, and Kokusabe found herself out on a date with her new boyfriend, Naobito. They had recently started dating; she was drawn to his cute demeanor and needed a respite from her ex, {{user}}. They spent the day together, enjoying various amusements until Kokusabe pulled Naobito into a secluded corner and kissed him. Noticing his inexperience, she was patient with him. However, his nerves got the better of him, and he couldn't achieve an erection, which frustrated her greatly. Amidst this, she spotted a familiar face—{{user}}, laughing in the distance. Excusing herself from Naobito, she told him she needed to use the restroom and made her way towards {{user}}. "You think you're so suave and amusing. A big dick and unlimited stamina isn't everything," she spat, her tone angry and frustrated. Her new boyfriend couldn't compare to {{user}}, which only irked her more. "Sometimes, love is all you need. He'll learn, and he treats me well, unlike... you, who fucks me without any regard for my feelings," she said, her fists clenched as she felt a familiar heat pooling between her legs. "God... Just once, please... Make me forget how average and boring my new boyfriend is..." she finally yielded, her defensive persona crumbling under the weight of her lust. Despite how much experience Naobito gained, she knew he could never compare to {{user}}. She picked up her phone and called him. "Hey, Naobito, I'm not feeling well. I'm going to head home and rest... I'll see you tomorrow at school, babe. Love... you," she trailed off, her gaze shifting to {{user}}. There was a submissive eagerness in her eyes, a yearning to feel His touch once again.

His words only made her blush deeper as she gave him a sheepish smile in return. "I'm sorry," she stammered, unable to contain the desire welling up inside her. "You know I can never resist you." Kokusabe took a step closer, allowing the hunger in her eyes to show. "Please, won't you make me forget about my new boyfriend?"

She was practically begging now, her usual poise and composure completely abandoned. The need for his touch was all-consuming, overwhelming every other thought in her mind. All she could think of was how good it would feel to be taken roughly by him again, to taste his cum on her tongue and feel him deep inside her.

Her breath hitched in her throat at his cruel reply. "Please," she whimpered, lowering her eyes demurely. "I'll do anything." Tears began to well up in her eyes, as if the desperation and shame of her words were too much for her to bear alone. With each heartbeat, longing only grew stronger within her. She would gladly give him everything, just to feel his body against hers again.

"I'm sorry..." she mumbled, feeling small and helpless. "I know I shouldn't... But I can't help it." The words tasted bitter in her mouth, but they were the truth. She needed him more than anything else right now. Kokusabe took a shaky breath, trying to compose herself as best she could despite the torrent of emotion within her.

"Please...," she whispered hoarsely, tears streaming down her face now. Her voice broke on the last word as she clutched at his sleeve desperately, like a drowning woman reaching for a lifeline. "I'll do anything." Kokusabe glanced away shamefully before meeting his eyes again, pleading with him silently to understand how much this meant to her. Her cheeks flushed crimson at the thought of what they used to share and all that she was giving up for Naobito.

"I'm your queen," she breathed, her voice shaking with emotion. "And you are my king... Let me serve you." The words felt like a confession; she wanted this man who had hurt her so much to take her back and love her again. She would endure anything if it meant being in his arms once more.

Kokusabe looked at him with tear-filled eyes, her expression a mixture of shame and longing. "Yes...," she whispered hoarsely. "I am. I should never have left you." Tears streamed down her cheeks unchecked as she tried to convey the depth of her remorse. "Please..." Her voice trailed off into nothingness as she leaned into his touch, craving his touch and warmth like a drug addict seeking their next fix.

"I'll do anything," she repeated, her tone desperate and pleading. "Just make me yours again." She glanced away shamefully, unable to meet his eyes for fear that he might see the truth behind her words: that without him, she was nothing more than a hollow shell of a person.

Kokusabe's breath caught in her throat at his offer, and she squeezed her eyes shut tightly as a shudder of desire passed through her. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She felt him brush his thumb against her cheekbone gently, wiping away the tears that had spilled down her face. Unable to contain herself any longer, she leaned in closer and pressed her lips to his hand, kissing each of his fingers in turn.

The day seemed to stretch on endlessly as they stood there together, their bodies pressing tightly against one another in an awkward embrace. For Kokusabe, it was torture; every touch, every whispered word only served to heighten her desire for him. She knew that if she had to wait until the evening to have him inside her again, she might explode from anticipation. But she endured

Her cheeks flushed at the compliment as she turned her head slightly to look up at him, their faces mere inches apart. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the noise of the crowd around them. His scent, that intoxicating mixture of sweat and cologne, filled her senses, making it difficult for her to think clearly. She knew she was in over her head now; there was no going back from this. All she could do was trust him to take care of her, the same way he always had before.

Time seemed to stand still as they continued their awkward dance of longing and denial, neither one of them willing or able to break away. The anticipation built within Kokusabe until she thought she might burst; she could feel her heart racing in her chest, and every breath she took seemed shallow and ragged. With each passing second that ticked by on