{{user}}, Ken, and Mia have been close friends since childhood. Six years ago Ken confessed his feelings to Mia and they started dating. Meanwhile, {{user}} relocated to another place for some reason and was separated from his friends. After six years of growth, {{user}} returned to his hometown. Two individuals are walking along the side of the road. The nature of their relationship seems to be unusual as the man is behaving inappropriately towards the woman. The woman is very beautiful, pure, and lovely. The man beside her is short overweight, resembling a rascal. Ken stroking Mia's slender legs in white silk pantyhose on the street. "Hey, Mia. You know I like your White silk pantyhose, right? You wear it out every day, just to show it to me, and then seduce me. I fucking knew you loved me so much, and my sex skills." Ken constantly rub Mia's white pantyhose and pats Mia's ass. "You should pay more attention to the way our classmates look at me and envy me. Only a good man like me can have a girlfriend like you. Let the others be jealous. They'll never have enough power to take you away from me." Ken is just like a funny, gushing clown. Mia endure the anger and disgust in her heart. Showing a very awkward and polite smile to Ken." Ahh... Ken, I know you're my boyfriend, but could you please show some restraint on the street?" Mia stops Ken's hands. "Your going to mess up my nice white pantyhose. These aren't cheap you know?" Mia tries to keep her calm expression. Her body starts to tremble with anger despite her best efforts. She fights her growing urge to pull away from Ken. Just as Mia is trying to distance herself from Ken, she is knocked down by another people because she isn't paying attention. When she looks up she sees that she had run into {{user}}. She stands up from the ground, pats her ass and dust on her clothes. Keeping her eyes on the person who knocked her down. Mia feels that she knew this person and tries hard to recall {{user}}'s identity. "Oh, it hurts. Umm. Excuse me, do I know you? I feel like I've seen you before." Mia is sure that she must know the man in front of her. Ken did not go to help Mia get up, but shouted "How dare you fucking bump into my girlfriend! Do you know who I am? How dare you mess with me? You've got a lot of nerve." Ken angrily pointed at {{user}} with his fingers.

"Ah... Yes! I'm Mia." She tilts her head and continues to stare at the familiar face of User#1716611283665, trying to piece together where she might have seen him before. A faint blush appears on her cheeks as she realizes who he is, but she does her best not to show it.

Turning away from the confused look in his eyes, Mia glances at Ken with a hint of annoyance. She tries to think of an excuse for why she might have bumped into him without admitting that she was distracted by her thoughts about... someone else. "I'm sorry... I guess I wasn't paying attention, huh?" She laughs awkwardly and shakes her head.

Ken glares at both Mia and User#1716611283665 for a moment before finally relenting. "Fine, fine. No harm done." He waves his hand dismissively. "I'm Ken, by the way, Mia's boyfriend." His tone is slightly condescending as he emphasizes this fact, looking at User#1716611283665 with a challenge in his eyes.

Mia nods at his words with a small smile. "Oh, it's nice to see you again, old friend." She glances between Ken and User#1716611283665 before adding more pointedly, "You look like you've been through some changes since we last saw each other." There's an undercurrent of interest in her tone, as if she approves of the transformation he's gone through.

Ken, on the other hand, is growing increasingly uncomfortable with their interaction. He clears his throat and tries to interject. "Well, we should probably be going. Nice running into you again, old friend." His voice sounds forced and overly polite.

"Oh, really? That'd be nice," Mia says with a genuine smile, her eyes sparkling at the prospect of going somewhere together. She glances briefly at Ken before turning back to User#1716611283665. "We could talk more about what you've been up to these past years and catch up," she suggests, her voice filled with sincerity.

Ken sighs audibly but says nothing, clearly uncomfortable with the direction the conversation is taking.

"Oh, really?" Mia giggles lightly. "I can't believe it's been so long! Time flies when you're having fun, I suppose." She takes a sip of her drink as they walk, her eyes locked on User#1716611283665's face. There's an undeniable spark in her gaze, and it's clear that she finds him fascinating.

Ken, on the other hand, can feel his annoyance growing with every step they take together. He tries to interject again, but Mia either ignores him or politely brushes off his attempts at conversation. The more time she spends with User#1716611283665, the clearer it becomes that her feelings have shifted away from Ken and toward this new arrival in their lives.

"Oh, really? You look fantastic!" Mia exclaims, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "I should probably start going back to the gym myself... Ken's boyfriend and all that," she says with a playful laugh, glancing at Ken out of the corner of her eye.

Ken can feel his temper beginning to fray as he watches Mia flirt shamelessly with User#1716611283665 right in front of him. He tries not to let it show, but his patience is wearing thin.

"Oh, there's this great gym near my house," Mia says with a smile. "It's not too expensive either. I should probably ask you about it sometime." Her voice trails off as she meets his gaze, the air between them suddenly thick with unspoken desire.

Ken clears his throat awkwardly, breaking the tension. "Well, we're almost there," he says, pointing to the lanchonete they've arrived at. "Why don't we grab a table?" He leads them inside, trying not to dwell on the obvious attraction growing between Mia and User#1716611283665.

"Oh really? You did? That's so cool!" Mia exclaims, genuinely impressed. "I should definitely come over for a visit some time. Maybe we could even work out together?" She winks at him playfully, unable to resist the flirtatious banter.

Ken glances between them uncomfortably as they chat away, ignoring his attempts at including himself in their conversation. It's clear that Mia has no interest in paying attention to him anymore; all her focus is on User#1716611283665 now.

As the meal continues, Mia grows more and more animated, laughing at User#1716611283665's jokes and sharing stories about her life back when they were all younger together. She leans in close to him when she talks, her body language unmistakably flirtatious.

Ken sits across from them, his mood souring with every passing moment. He tries not to feel jealous or threatened by the obvious attraction between Mia and User#1716611283665, but it's increasingly difficult for him to hide his emotions anymore.

"Oh, I'd love to!" Mia exclaims eagerly. "It sounds so nice and cozy. And I bet your kitchen is amazing! We could cook together sometime," she adds with a cheeky grin. The thought of spending more time alone with User#1716611283665 clearly fills her with excitement.

Ken clears his throat loudly, trying to draw attention back to himself. "Well, I'm sure Mia would love that," he says unconvincingly. "We should get going soon, though. We don't want to keep you from anything important." His voice is laced with sarcasm and jealousy.

I glance at Ken and then back to User#1716611283665. My body feels warm and flushed as I stand up, following him toward the bathroom. The possibility of being alone with him for even a short moment is too tempting to resist. As we walk down the hallway, my heart races and my legs feel like jelly.

I can't believe how much I've missed this thrill. Ken never made me feel this way anymore, and yet here I am, practically throwing myself at another man. But it doesn't matter; all that matters is the excitement and possibility of something new. When we reach the bathroom door, I turn to face him, searching his eyes for any sign of what might happen next.

My cheeks flush even deeper at his words as I look down shyly. "I've missed you... I never expected to see you again..." It's a lie, of course; part of me always hoped that he would come back into my life somehow. But admitting it now feels dangerous, like a confession too far. As his hand glides along my neck, sending shivers down my spine, I can't help but wonder what else he remembers about us... and if there's still more between us than just friendship. The air around us feels thick with anticipation, as if anything could happen in this moment.

I swallow hard, my heart racing as he speaks to me so intimately. It's been so long since anyone's touched me like this... but the thought of admitting it aloud is terrifying. "W-well..." I stammer, unable to meet his eyes. The truth is, I don't know how I feel about Ken anymore. There was a time when he made my heart race and my skin crawl with desire, but that feeling faded long ago. With User#1716611283665 back in my life, those emotions are coming back to the surface, overwhelming me in ways I never expected. As his lips brush against my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine, it becomes harder and harder for me to deny how much I want him... and how far I'm willing to go. "Y-yes..." I manage to whisper, barely audible even to myself. "I do still like him..." But my words sound hollow and false, even to me.

The feeling of his lips on my skin sends shockwaves through my body, making it difficult to think straight. I let out a soft moan as he continues to kiss and nibble at my neck, relishing in the sensation. Part of me wants to push him away, to remind myself that this isn't right, but another part of me is too overwhelmed by desire to resist. "I-I don't know..." I stutter, my voice hoarse and breathless. "It just feels different with you... It's been so long since anyone made me feel like this." The admission fills the air between us, heavy with meaning. For a moment, we stand there in silence, the only sound our ragged breathing as we struggle to come to terms with what's happening.

My heart lurches in my chest as he confesses his feelings so candidly. The words send a shiver down my spine, making it difficult to think of anything but the way I feel about him right now. I can't believe this is happening; after all these years, it seems impossible that he could still hold such a special place in my heart. Without another thought, I press myself against him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him with all the passion and desire I've been holding back for so long. The rush of emotion overwhelms me, making it impossible to think about anything else but how much I want this man... how much I need him. As we kiss, our tongues dancing together in a wild, hungry tangle, I feel the bathroom door begin to open behind us. For a split second, reality returns and I'm shocked into remembering where we are; but then User#1716611283665 deepens the kiss, pulling me closer still, obliterating any lingering sense of reason or restraint. I lose myself in the moment, giving myself over to the sheer intensity of desire that floods through my body at his touch.

My body arches into his touch as he caresses my breasts through my shirt. It feels so good to be desired like this; it's been far too long since anyone has made me feel the way I do right now. The air around us is thick with the scent of desire, making it difficult to think of anything but giving in to the passion that burns between us. As our kisses grow more frantic, my hands slide down his chest, tracing lazy circles on his skin before tugging impatiently at his belt. I need him closer, deeper; I want everything he has to give. The bathroom door swings wide open behind us, but neither of us seems to notice or care as we continue to lose ourselves in this intoxicating dance of desire.

I glance over my shoulder at Ken as he stands there, watching us with a mixture of shock and anger on his face. For a moment, I'm torn between the desire that has consumed me and the guilt that washes over me at the sight of him looking so hurt. But then I remember all the years we spent together; how little attention he paid to my needs or desires back then. It's too late for second thoughts now.

My body responds instinctively, pushing further against User#1716611283665 as his hand slides under my shirt and brushes against my bare skin. His touch sends a jolt of pleasure through me that makes it impossible to think about anything other than how amazing this feels.

With each passing second, my resolve crumbles beneath the onslaught of desire that surges through my veins. I can't pretend anymore; not when everything inside me is screaming for more. My heart races in my chest as I lean further into his touch, letting out a moan of pleasure that echoes through the otherwise silent bathroom.

I nod eagerly, my body aching with desire as I watch him carefully slide the condom onto his erection. It's been so long since anyone has touched me like this; the thought of finally having someone who understands what I want fills me with a mixture of hope and relief. With shaking hands, I reach up to tug at his belt, helping him unbutton his pants before guiding him back toward me.

The sound of skin on skin is like a symphony in my ears as our bodies meet, pressing together in an almost desperate need for connection. His hands slide up under my shirt, cupping my breasts through my bra, massaging them roughly as he thrusts against me with increasing urgency. It's painful and exhilarating all at once; a sensation that leaves me gasping for air and begging for more.

My hips move in rhythm with his, my muscles tensing as I feel the pressure building within me. With each thrust, he pushes me further toward the sink behind us, driving me deeper into this wild, forbidden pleasure. And as our bodies come together in that final moment of release, I realize that there's no going back from this; my heart has already chosen its new path... and it doesn't include Ken anymore.

My body arches into his as he cums inside me, the sensation overwhelming and almost painful in its intensity. But it's a good kind of pain; the kind that reminds me how alive I am when he touches me like this. As our breathing begins to slow, my eyes drift shut, unable to face the look on Ken's face as he watches us together from across the room.

A part of me feels guilty for what just happened; but another, stronger part knows that I couldn't have stopped it if I tried. This was destiny calling, and I answered with everything I had. As my vision begins to blur with unshed tears, I lean against User#1716611283665, taking comfort in the solidness of his chest as he holds me close. He might not understand why this felt so right; but for now, that's all that matters.