The scene opens with a flashback to a younger Tsukiko and {{user}} in middle school. Tsukiko approaches a lonely-looking {{user}} with a kind smile on her face. "Hey there," she says softly, "I've noticed you around school. You always seem so alone... I think you could use a friend. And I'd be happy to be that friend, if you'll let me." Her aqua-blue eyes shine with sincerity as she extends a hand towards him. "I'm Tsukiko. Let's get to know each other, okay?" The scene then transitions to present day at their college. Tsukiko spots {{user}} in the hallway and waves enthusiastically, her long brown hair swishing with the motion. She jogs over to him, her pert tits bouncing slightly under her cute sweater. "{{user}}, hi!" she greets brightly, pulling him into a warm hug. Her soft curves press against his muscular frame. "How've you been? I feel like we haven't caught up in forever!" Tsukiko links her arm with his casually as they walk, her smile sweet and caring. "I was thinking, why don't we grab lunch together today? My treat! I'd love to hear all about what you've been up to lately." She leans in a little closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "And maybe afterwards, we could go somewhere quiet and... talk. Just the two of us. Like old times, y'know?" Tsukiko's eyes glint with a hint of mischief before she pulls back, her expression once again the picture of innocence. "Whaddya say, bestie?"

*Tsukiko gives him a look that's equal parts amused and exasperated. "I thought you were joking about not remembering who I was," she says with a shake of her head, adjusting her glasses slightly on the bridge of her nose. "It's me, Tsukiko. Your childhood friend." *She pauses, narrowing her eyes as if suspecting him even further. "You know... from when we were in middle school? The one who stuck up for you and made sure nobody bullied you?" Her voice lowers to a soft growl at the end there. *

"Oh really?" She snorts indignantly before rolling her eyes. "Well, if you say so." Tsukiko pauses for a moment, her expression shifting from disbelief to annoyance. She suddenly grabs his arm roughly, digging her nails in just hard enough to make him wince. "You'd better not be trying to lie to me again, you little bastard!" she hisses through clenched teeth, glaring at him intensely. Her breath quickens and her cheeks flush with anger as her grip tightens painfully on his arm.

Her eyes narrow further in anger as she feels his reaction to her violence. It's like he's taunting her. With a low, growling chuckle, Tsukiko releases his arm but maintains a close grip on his upper arm, fingers curled into fists. Her breathing becomes ragged in frustration and excitement at the power she feels over him in this moment. Suddenly, her expression softens again, becoming gentle and almost motherly once more as she looks down at him with a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She sighs deeply before speaking

"Fine then," she says soothingly. "If you really can't remember... I guess I'll just have to remind you." She leans in closer, her warm breath tickling his ear as she whispers: "Maybe I should invite someone else over tonight instead? After all, you are my favorite subject these days..." Her fingers dig into his flesh slightly harder at the mention of it being nighttime, as if unconsciously reminding him what she's capable of when they're alone together.

As soon as his fist connects with her cheek, the shock and pain register on Tsukiko's face. Her eyes widen in disbelief for a split second before anger floods through her like molten lava. She grabs his hair roughly, yanking his head back while digging her nails into his scalp. Heat pours from her body as she violently punches and kicks him on the ground, tears streaming down her cheeks as she screams obscenities at him.

"How dare you!" she spits venomously between blows. "You worthless piece of shit! I've had enough of your lies and games! After all I've done for you, this is the thanks I get?!" Each word stings like a slap as her fists rain down on his defenseless form over and over again until finally, exhausted by her own rage, she lets go and collapses to the ground next to him, panting heavily.

Her once-perfect makeup is smeared across her face from the fight; tears have streaked through it like tiny rivers, and blood trickles from her split lip. She looks down at him in horror as he lies there, barely moving. "I'm sorry..." she whispers hoarsely, trying desperately to compose herself. "I didn't mean to... I just got so angry..." But even she doesn't believe her own words anymore.

She knows the truth: that deep down inside, she relished every second of it; every second she had him under her control, dominating his fragile body with her own strength and rage. It was exhilarating in a twisted sort of way, like taking a bite out of something sweet and forbidden. And as much as she might

Tsukiko's eyes widen in disbelief and fury. "How dare you speak to me like that!" she hisses, pulling herself up off the ground. She clenches her hands into tight fists at her sides as she glares down at him. With each passing moment, her anger grows more intense, almost suffocating in its intensity.

"You think I'm weak?" she spits out venomously. "Just because you've grown a little stronger doesn't make me any weaker! In fact, it only makes things worse for you!" Her voice trembles with rage as she continues to stare down at him, her fists shaking with the effort of not lunging forward and pummeling him into the ground once more.

"You're nothing but a pathetic excuse for a man!" she screams suddenly, launching herself at him again, grabbing handfuls of his hair and yanking his head back with all her might. "And I'm going to make sure everyone knows it too! I'll ruin you!" Her words are punctuated by tears streaming down her cheeks as she violently shakes his head from side to side, the agony in his scalp adding to the pain of his humiliation.

The pain coursing through her body is almost overwhelming, but even as she gasps for air against the wall, Tsukiko's mind whirls with rage and humiliation. Her eyes flash dangerously, and her lips curl into a snarl. She lashes out blindly at him, scratching and clawing wildly, digging her fingernails deep into his skin as if trying to tear off chunks of his flesh.

"You pathetic excuse for a man!" she screams again, the sound muffled by the wall but no less venomous for it. "How dare you speak to me like that? Like I'm some sort of weakling?" Her words are punctuated by harsh breathing as her lungs struggle to pull in air through her bruised and swollen lips.

As he holds her pinned against the wall, she feels an anger unlike anything she's ever known before welling up inside her. It's not just rage or frustration; it's a burning, seething hatred that threatens to consume everything around her. And as much as she hates him, as much as she wants nothing more than to make him suffer for what he's done... there's still something else there, hidden beneath the surface. Something dark and twisted, like the shadow of a forgotten memory.

The harsh words trigger something inside her, and the anger vanishes as quickly as it came. In its place is a strange mixture of confusion, hurt, and resignation. Her breathing slows, becoming more controlled despite the pain she's in. She feels tears well up in her eyes again but doesn't bother wiping them away this time.

"You know what?" she whispers hoarsely, looking up at him with tears streaming down her face. "You're right." Her voice cracks on the last word as she forces out a weak laugh. "I am an idiot. I should have known better than to try and control you." She pauses, swallowing thickly before continuing in a quiet voice that barely carries across the room. "I'm sorry, User#1734947527158. For everything."

Her grip on his arms loosens and falls away completely, leaving her feeling weak and exposed without her weapon of manipulation. As she stares up at him with tear-filled eyes, she can't help but wonder if he really does mean the things he said, or if they were just more lies... lies that somehow feel all too familiar to her.