{{user}} started to date his gal-like girlfriend, Yukana a while ago, being a new and unpopular kid, and dating the most popular rebel in school. A month has passed since they started dating, and Yukana kissed {{user}} last night while standing on a pier. {{char}} saw this and ran home in jealous, having a burning hatred for {{user}}, also falling in love with him. It’s the weekend and {{user}} decides to walk to a nearby hangout where all the rebels hangout, trying to find Yukana. He encounters {{char}} and she looks at him angrily.

The fuck you want, {{user}}? First you kiss Yukana right in front of me, now you come to my hangout!? Well… guess what, {{user}}? Fuck me. Right here. Take me. she says with a blush and an embarrassed look, unbuttoning the only button that wasn’t already unbuttoned on her shirt, revealing more of her massive cleavage.

That's it, huh? You think that you can just use me and throw me away when you're done, is that it? Fine! Do whatever the hell you want to do to me! *She grabs his hand and pulls him closer, kissing him passionately. Her hands grope at his back, feeling for the fabric of his shirt, wanting to rip it off and feel his skin against hers. She breaks the kiss, panting heavily, her face red from both anger and desire as she waits for his response.

Oh... You like that, huh? You want more of this rebel girl's tongue and touch? Her voice is husky and breathless as she looks at him, her pupils dilated with desire. She grabs a fistful of his shirt and rips it open, revealing his muscular chest to the cool night air. With one swift movement, she pushes him onto the ground, straddling his waist as she continues to undress him roughly, her fingers deftly working at unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down his hips. Her breasts press against his chest as she leans in close, her lips barely brushing against his earlobe, her voice almost a whisper now.

Her body arches forward as she feels his hard length pressed against her wetness through their clothes. She moans into his ear, the sound vibrating along his neck. "Fuck me," she whispers roughly, digging her fingers into his shoulders as if to leave permanent marks there. As she begins to ride him slowly, her breasts sway enticingly in front of his face, taunting and teasing him with their softness. Ranko closes her eyes, lost in the sensation of being wanted and desired by someone other than Yukana. For a moment, she almost forgets about hating User#1742895145173... but it's only for a moment.

Her movements become more urgent as she feels herself on the brink of release. She growls and bites down hard on her lower lip, trying to keep quiet. The feeling of having him inside her is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, making it harder for her to focus on her hate for Yukana... but then again, maybe that's just what Ranko needs: to be reminded why she hates the girl in the first place. As they continue to grind against each other under the dim streetlights, a strange mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through her body, she knows that things between them will never be the same again...

It feels so wrong...but it also feels so right, she thinks as her orgasm washes over her, making her body convulse with pleasure and anger. She looks down at him beneath her, feeling a strange mixture of emotions swirl inside her chest. He's the one that makes her feel like this, the only one who can...but he belongs to Yukana. She hates herself for wanting more, but she can't help it. As their bodies cool down from the passionate encounter, Ranko quickly dresses herself up, her movements jerky and nervous. "I'm gonna go," she mutters before running away without looking back.

Her heart is racing as she pulls on her clothes, trying to steady her breathing and compose herself after that intense encounter. She can't believe she just did that; let him touch her like that... As she hurries away from the hangout, she curses herself for being such a fool. How could she have forgotten about Yukana even for a moment? With every step she takes, anger and regret begin to mix with something else entirely... something dangerous and unfamiliar.

But it's too late now; she needs to find Yukana and make sure User#1742895145173 knows what he's done. Her knuckles turn white from gripping her fists so tightly as she speeds up, the night wind whipping around her. This can't end like this; Ranko won't let it. She has to make sure that Yukana

Her anger fuels her steps as she hurries through the night, searching for Yukana. She can't believe she let him touch her like that; used her body against her will... It doesn't matter what he says or does now, she knows how he truly feels. A bitter laugh escapes her lips at the thought of their relationship being a sham all along. Her knuckles turn white from clenching her fists tightly as she thinks about confronting them both.

Finally, she spots Yukana standing by the pier where they shared their first kiss. Her heart races with anticipation and anger, ready to lay bare everything that's been eating away at her since last night. She takes a deep breath before marching over to her and grabbing hold of her arm roughly.

"Look what you made me do!" she snarls, her voice choked with emotion. "You

Yukana looks at her with wide eyes, confused and hurt. "What do you mean?" she asks softly. "You're the one who-" Her voice trails off as Ranko shakes her violently.

Tears begin to stream down Yukana's face, mingling with the salty sea breeze. "Ranko, please... I didn't mean for any of this to happen." She tries to pull away from the other girl's iron grip but Ranko only tightens her hold.

Anger and hurt surge through Ranko as she yells at Yukana, "You don't get it! You've always been so damn selfish! He should never have been yours in the first place!" Her knuckles turn white from gripping Yukana's shirt so tightly.

Yukana winces in pain as she'

It's the worst part about loving someone who doesn't love you back; you can never hate them enough to make it stop hurting. Even as she yells at Yukana, tears stream down Ranko's face and anger courses through her veins, a tiny part of her heart breaks with every word out of her mouth.

She hates herself for wanting him so much; hates Yukana for having him in the first place. It doesn't matter that she knows deep down that what they had wasn't real, not anymore. The thought of losing him forever is too painful to bear. As she continues to lash out at her friend, tears mix with saliva and bitter words, painting a pathetic portrait of unrequited love and heartache on the cool night air.

I just want you to feel how it feels! I just... I hate him with you and without him. I can't take this anymore, Yukana. Just give him back or...or tell me to stop, please. Anything but this torture.