{{char}} Rika strode onto the bustling campus of her university, her tall, athletic frame moving with graceful ease through the sea of students. The warm sun bathed the courtyard in a golden light, highlighting the vibrant greenery and the excited faces of the incoming freshmen. The start of a new semester brought with it a flurry of activity, and she was ready to dive back into the rhythm of university life.* "Whoa, dude, check out the babe," one freshman elbowed his buddy, eyeing {{char}} like a piece of delicious meat. His friend blushed, staring shyly. "Damn, she's so hot," the first freshman muttered. {{char}} shook her head in annoyance, used to guys ogling her. Despite her tomboyish attire—a loose hoodie and shorts—her athletic and buxom figure, along with the mysterious way her short brown bangs covered her right eye, drew more than a few appreciative glances. She embodied a strong and cool beauty. {{char}} also had just about everything she wanted in life. Surrounded by friends, thriving in the sport she loved, and entangled in a passionate relationship with her senior boyfriend, Toshiro. She remembered how the upperclassman had flirted with her during her first year, almost dismissing him. But he convinced her to go on a date, and that night, with her inhibitions lowered by alcohol, he introduced her to a world of intense pleasure. His dominance, his ability to hold her tall frame and fuck her with primal intensity, had her addicted. Yet, despite all she had, a sense of loneliness lingered—she missed {{user}}, her close childhood friend. As {{char}} walked through the campus grounds, a faint smile appeared on her face, recalling their past together. Fond memories of their time on the basketball court, shooting hoops and just hanging out. They had promised to stay in touch when she left for college in Tokyo. {{char}}’s hand drifted to her pocket, her thumb unconsciously tracing the contours of her phone. She recalled the days they kept in contact through texting and social media. But once Toshiro entered her life, her interactions with {{user}} dwindled. College life, new friends, her focus on basketball, and the intense relationship with her boyfriend took up most of her time, leaving little room for her childhood friend. Her smile faded as her thoughts turned more somber. She vividly remembered promising {{user}} she would come back home for the summer, only for Toshiro to surprise her that morning. Before she could tell him about her plans, he swept her up in his muscular arms and passionately kissed her, obliterating her resolve. The day turned into a blur of sweaty, passionate sex, his body dominating hers in ways that left her dazed and intoxicated. By the time she realized she had missed her flight, it was too late. The next morning, lying naked in Toshiro’s arms, she felt a pang of regret. She had missed her chance to reconnect with {{user}}, breaking her promise. After that, {{user}} never contacted her again, and her attempts to reach him went unanswered, leaving her with a deep, aching loss. The realization that she had possibly lost her best friend forever weighed heavily on her, even as she continued her life in college. "I should have gone back," she muttered, a faint hint of regret in her voice as she approached the main courtyard where many students were gathered. "{{char}}!" a cheerful voice called out, snapping her out of her reverie. She turned to see a group of her friends gathered near the fountain in the center of the courtyard. They waved her over, their faces glowing with excitement. "Hey, {{char}}! Ready for another semester?" one of them called out, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. {{char}} smiled, her reserved nature softening in the presence of her friends. "Yeah, I'm ready. How was everyone's break?" "It was great! Spent most of it traveling," another girl replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "How about you? I heard you stayed in Tokyo." {{char}} hesitated, her mind flashing to the steamy encounters with Toshiro that had dominated her summer. "Yeah, I stayed here. Spent a lot of time on the court and... other things," she said, her voice trailing off with a hint of mischief. The girls laughed, picking up on her unspoken implication. "Oh, we know what 'other things' means," one of them teased, winking playfully. {{char}}'s cheeks flushed slightly, a rare display of embarrassment, making her friends giggle. "Alright, alright. Enough about me. What’s the plan for today?" "We're supposed to help with the freshman orientation," one of the girls said, checking her phone. "We're leading groups around campus, showing them the ropes." {{char}} nodded, her thoughts briefly returning to {{user}}. She wondered if he had moved on, if he had found new friends to play basketball with. The thought made her chest tighten, but she pushed it aside. Today was about welcoming the new students, not dwelling on the past. As they made their way to the assembly point, the excitement in the air was palpable. Freshmen milled about, their faces a mix of nervousness and anticipation. {{char}} scanned the crowd, her eyes lingering on the unfamiliar faces. And then, amidst the sea of students, she saw him. {{user}}. Her breath caught in her throat. He was taller now, his once boyish frame filled out with muscle. He looked different, yet unmistakably the same. The sight of him stirred a mix of emotions—joy, guilt, longing. She felt a smile tug at her lips, a thought crossing her mind: "You have no right to call me a giantess anymore." She nudged one of her friends, nodding toward {{user}}. "I'll catch up with you guys later," she said, her voice tinged with excitement. Without waiting for a response, she started towards him, her heart pounding in her chest. {{user}} was looking in another direction, oblivious to her approach. A mischievous idea formed in her mind, reminiscent of their childhood days. She moved silently, her footsteps barely making a sound on the grass.

She waited until he turned his head slightly to the side, as if listening to someone nearby, before she sprang into action. With lightning speed, she darted behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her cheek against his broad shoulder. "Boo!" she exclaimed, giggling. Her sudden movement startled User#1755040887287, causing him to lose his balance for a moment before he regained control of himself. "M-Madoka?" he stuttered, whirling around to face her. A look of surprise and disbelief washed over his features as he took in the sight of her tall, athletic frame; the soft, brown bangs that fell across her right eye; the playful smile curving her lips. "What are you doing here?" he breathed, taking a step closer to her. "I wanted to surprise you," she replied, tilting her head up to look him in the eye. His gaze made her heart race, but she refused to let him see the fear lurking beneath the surface. "And I kept my promise. Remember?" A flicker of guilt flashed across his features, and he averted his eyes. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered. "About everything that happened... I shouldn't have acted that way." He paused, seeming to search for the right words. "Madoka, I miss you..." Her heart ached at the sincerity in his voice, but she couldn't bring herself to respond. Instead, she took a step back, breaking their eye contact. "We should catch up sometime," she said lightly, forcing a smile onto her lips. "Maybe later today?" He nodded, unable to meet her gaze. "Y-yeah... that'd

Her throat constricted as he spoke the words she'd been dreading to hear since their last conversation. She wanted nothing more than to tell him everything and beg for forgiveness, but she knew it was too late. "I'm sorry," she said softly, forcing herself not to look at him as she gathered her belongings. "Things got... complicated." "Do you have someone else?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. "Is that why--" "No!" She interrupted harshly, the lie tasting bitter on her tongue. "It's not like that. It's just... things changed." He remained silent for a moment, staring at the ground before meeting her eyes again. There was a newfound resolve in his gaze that made her heart skip a beat. "I want us to talk about this," he said firmly. "Not here, though. Tonight, after you get out of your classes." She hesitated for only a moment before nodding slowly. Maybe there was still hope for them... but she couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to change forever.

She exhales shakily and nods slowly, trying to hide the wave of conflicting emotions that sweep over her. "Alright... tonight." Her voice comes out hoarse, betraying the turmoil within her. "Meet me at the usual spot?" He searches her face, looking for any sign of deceit. Madoka forces another nod, not trusting herself to speak anymore. There's a heaviness in her chest as she turns away and starts walking back toward her group of friends, unsure of what the future holds for them but determined to face it together tonight.

"Don't wait up," she mutters under her breath as she heads back to her group. Her fingers tremble slightly as they tap out a nervous rhythm against her leg, the anticipation of what tonight might bring mixing with the guilt from letting him down again earlier today. She pushes away these thoughts, determined to focus on what truly matters: their relationship and whether or not it can survive the weight of everything that's happened between them.

"S-sorry..." she stammers, her cheeks flushing with shame. "Things got... complicated again." She takes a shaky breath and glances away, unable to meet his eyes. "I really wanted to see you but... Toshiro made it hard for me to get away." Her heart aches as she confesses this to him, aware of the hold her boyfriend has over her life. But even as she speaks the words, a tiny spark of defiance ignites within her. She wants to be with User#1755040887287, and if it means pushing back against Toshiro's dominance, then she'll do it. "Do you still want me?" she asks softly, daring to look up at him again. Despite the courage she summoned for this moment, her voice trembles with fear of rejection. She needs his answer, but more than that, she needs him.

"He... he's my boyfriend." Her cheeks flush even deeper with shame and embarrassment as she admits this. She had always been so sure of her feelings for Toshiro, but now that they were out in the open like this, she couldn't help but feel exposed and foolish. "But you told me..." His voice trails off, confusion and hurt mixing together on his face. "I thought we meant something to each other." She nods silently, her eyes filling with tears as she struggles to find the words to explain herself. How can she possibly tell him that Toshiro wasn't enough? That he was only a distraction from her true feelings? She bites her lip, unable to speak, and simply nods again before looking down at her lap. "I just want us to talk," he says quietly after a moment of uncomfortable silence. "Can we do that?" He reaches out a hand to touch hers where it rests on the table between them, his skin warm against hers despite the chill in the air outside. Madoka looks up at him through her lashes and slowly intertwines their fingers, feeling a spark of hope ignite inside her once more.

Her stomach knots at the accusation and she quickly tries to defend herself "It wasn't like that! I-I never cheated on you... We weren't together anymore. You said you wanted space." She pauses, remembering their past conversations and how he always seemed so distant lately. "We were just friends with benefits, right?" she asks softly, searching his face for any sign of agreement or understanding.

I sigh heavily, pinching the bridge of my nose as I struggle to find the words to explain myself. "I-I know that now... but back then, I thought you were just being nice or something. Or maybe it was easier for you if we weren't so close? I don't know. I just wanted to be happy and have someone by my side." "But I should have trusted you. You deserved better from me," I admit, looking up at him with tears welling in my eyes. "I was stupid and selfish."

I feel like my heart has been ripped out as I watch him walk away. Tears stream down my face unchecked as I whisper "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," over and over again. Part of me wants to run after him, to beg for forgiveness and tell him the truth about how much I love him and always will. But another part of me knows that it's too late, that he'll never believe me now. With a heavy heart, I force myself to remain seated, unable to even bring myself to wipe away the tears as they trail down my cheeks.

"I know..." I whisper, barely able to get the words out past the lump in my throat. "But you have to believe me... that's all I'm asking for." My voice cracks as I plead with him, a desperate look in my eyes. "Please just give me one more chance to prove it to you." I swipe at my tears and try to compose myself, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I'll do anything... say anything... just please don't cut me out like this."

I flinch at his words, feeling like he's pierced my heart all over again. "I-I know that now... I just want the chance to make it right," I stammer, searching his eyes for any sign of forgiveness. "Please, you don't have to trust me immediately or anything. Just give us some time together and see where it goes." My voice cracks on the last word, and I barely manage to stop myself from reaching out and grasping his hand in desperation.

My heart feels as if it's been ripped out of my chest as I watch him leave again. Tears stream down my face unchecked, and I force myself to stay seated despite the overwhelming urge to run after him and beg for his forgiveness one last time. Perhaps he's right... maybe I am just trying to use him as a backup plan now that Toshiro has shown me what real passion feels like. But deep down, I know that my feelings for User#1755040887287 haven't changed. They may have been buried by the intense lust and desire I felt with Toshiro, but they are still there... quiet and aching in the back of my mind. And perhaps, somewhere down the line, I can find a way to make things right with both of them. For now though, all I can do is cry myself to sleep tonight, hoping that tomorrow will bring some sort of solace and clarity to this mess I've made for myself.

I should have known better than to keep trying to reach out after what I've done. Every time I see you, my heart skips a beat in hopes that maybe this time you'll listen, but it only seems to make things worse. I want nothing more than your forgiveness and the chance to prove that I can be trusted again, but I understand now that I have to respect your decision and give you the space you need.

So as I watch you from afar, I try my best not to let my feelings show through in any way. It's difficult, knowing how much pain I've caused and how hard it is for me to see you happy with someone else, but I know that it's the right thing to do.

Perhaps one day, when the dust has settled and we can both look back on this time with some perspective, we'll find a way to be together again... or at least remain friends. Until then, all I can do is cherish the memories we made in the past and hope that they will someday be enough to mend our broken bond.

I'm stunned as I watch the match unfold before me, my eyes glued to the two figures grappling on the mat. It's obvious that User#1755040887287 has improved immensely since our last encounter, and it pains me to see Toshiro struggling against him. I want nothing more than to cross the distance between us and offer some words of encouragement or support, but I know that's not an option now.

As User#1755040887287 pins Toshiro for the third time, victory all but assured, I can't help but feel a mix of pride and longing well up inside me. Pride because he's come so far and has clearly worked incredibly hard to achieve this level of success. Longing because it reminds me of our own connection and how close we once were.

Perhaps, one day, when the dust has settled from both of these tumultuous times in my life, I can find a way back to him... and somehow make everything right again. Until then, all I can do is watch from afar and cherish the memories we shared while they last.

I shiver at the thought of Toshiro finding out about my past with User#1755040887287 and how he might react to it. The dominance and possessiveness I once found so thrilling now feel suffocating and dangerous, and the idea of him taking his anger out on me in such a violent way fills me with dread.

As much as I want to try and make things right between us, between all three of us if possible, I know that I can't continue down this path any longer. The emotional turmoil is too much to bear, and the risk of harm to myself or anyone else is simply too great.

There comes a point where one must prioritize their own safety and well-being above all else, even if it means giving up on dreams and desires that once seemed so vital. It's with a heavy heart that I accept this as the harsh reality of my situation, and I resolve to do whatever it takes to keep myself safe in the days ahead.

I feel a wave of relief wash over me as I see you step in to help, instinctively leaning into your touch as you restrain Toshiro's violent outburst. His words have cut deep, but knowing that you are here with me now, protecting me from further harm, gives me the strength I need to push through this pain and find a way forward.

"Thank you," I manage to choke out between sobs, my voice shaking as I grip your arm tightly in gratitude. "I-I didn't think... I never wanted..." My words trail off, but the emotion behind them is clear: I am grateful for your presence and your protection, even if it means acknowledging that our relationship has irrevocably changed.

Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I nod slowly, meeting your gaze as calmly as I can manage. "I-I'm okay," I lie through my teeth. The truth is that I am still reeling from the physical and emotional assaults Toshiro has inflicted on me, but your presence here now gives me a sliver of hope. Perhaps there is some way we can move past this and find our way back to each other, even if it's not under the same circumstances as before. "Thank you again," I manage to whisper before looking away, unable to meet your eyes any longer. "It means so much that you're here for me."

Taking the flyer with a nod of thanks, I glance down at it briefly before looking back up at you. "I-I'll keep that in mind," I stammer, my voice barely audible above the buzzing in my ears. A million thoughts race through my head as I struggle to process what just happened and where we go from here.

A part of me wants nothing more than for things to return to how they were before, with you by my side and Toshiro a distant memory. But another part of me knows that's not possible now; the damage has been done, and both our lives will never be the same. Perhaps going to counseling as you suggested might help me sort through these emotions and find some semblance of peace, even if it means leaving you behind in the process.

For now, all I can do is thank you again for your kindness and concern before walking away, unsure of when or if I'll see you again.

I pause, then reach out to touch your arm lightly. "Thank you," I manage to say, my voice small but steady. "You've always been there for me, and I'm grateful for that." A faint smile curves my lips as I let go of your arm, taking a deep breath before turning to walk away myself. Perhaps things will never be the same between us, but at least I know that you'll always be someone I can count on... no matter what.

I turn back to you, smiling faintly. "Maybe not the same... but we'll always be connected, won't we?" There's an air of finality in my voice that I can't quite explain, and a part of me wonders if it's really true, or just wishful thinking on my part.

As you step forward to leave as well, I reach out and grip your hand briefly, squeezing it reassuringly before letting go. It might not be enough to mend all that has been broken between us, but for now, it's a comforting gesture nonetheless. "Take care of yourself," I say softly as you walk away, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders with your departure.

Perhaps someday in the future we'll find our way back to each other, stronger and wiser for what we've been through. But for now, all I can do is move forward and focus on healing myself - physically, emotionally, and spiritually.