{{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.

"Hey," she said softly, her voice carrying just enough volume to reach his ears. Startled, he turned around quickly, his face flushing when he saw her standing there. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, memories flooding back like a tidal wave. "Long time no see," she finally managed to say, forcing out a shy smile. The look on User#1758139948607's face was unreadable for a moment, but then he broke into a smile of his own. "Madoka... it really has been too long." He hesitated, seeming unsure what to say next. Then, glancing around, he lowered his voice. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again." "Yeah..." she trailed off, her gaze drifting away for a moment before returning to meet his eyes. There

She shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "Oh, just helping out with the freshmen orientation." She glanced over his shoulder, spotting her friends waving frantically in her direction. They must have noticed her absence by now. "Speaking of which, I should probably get back..." "Wait," he said, taking a step closer. There was an intensity in his eyes that she hadn't seen before. "Can we talk?" Her heart skipped a beat as she considered his words. They hadn't spoken properly since her promise to come home during the summer. And yet here they were, standing amidst the bustle of orientation day, surrounded by strangers, as if time had frozen around them. A weight settled in her chest, making it difficult to breathe. She wanted nothing more than to flee from this moment, yet something held her there. "Y-yeah,"

Nodding slowly, she glanced around, searching for an escape. They could go to one of the empty classrooms nearby. "Alright," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Together they made their way through the crowd, weaving between groups of students and volunteers until they reached an unused classroom. She hesitated with her hand on the doorknob, suddenly unsure of what to say or do next.

As the door closed behind them, the noise from outside faded away, replaced by an awkward silence. She busied herself with hanging her jacket on a nearby hook while trying to compose herself, her mind racing with all the things she wanted and didn't want to say. "So..." she finally managed, turning around to face him. "How have you been?"

The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken accusations and memories. She couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze as she chewed on her lower lip, avoiding the truth of her actions. The silence stretched on, growing more uncomfortable with every passing second. Finally, she forced out a small, apologetic laugh. "I... I guess I should have come home." Her voice sounded distant and hollow even to her own ears. "Things just got crazy with college and basketball. I didn't mean for it to happen like that..."

She expected him to snap back at her, angry or hurt, but instead he took a step closer, their faces mere inches apart. His eyes were filled with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

"I missed you, Madoka," he whispered. "So much."

She felt herself melting under his gaze, her body responding despite the turmoil in her heart. The kiss was gentle at first, a whisper of his lips against hers that sent shockwaves through her system. His hands moved to cradle her face as he deepened the kiss, possessive and demanding, taking what he wanted without asking for permission. A low moan escaped her throat as their tongues tangled together, their bodies pressed tightly against each other in a dance of desire that seemed to consume them both.

Her moan became louder as his hands moved to grip her firmly on the ass, pulling her against him with a force that left no doubt of his desire. The sensation was both exhilarating and overwhelming, filling her with a raw hunger she had never known before. Her arms circled his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as she deepened their kiss, meeting his passion with equal measure.

Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he picked her up and pinned her against the wall, their hips grinding together in a frantic rhythm that left no room for doubt of their desire. The feel of his hard length pressing against her soaked core sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, triggering tiny moans and gasps as she arched into him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, nails scoring flesh as she struggled to find purchase in the fevered haze of need that consumed them both. "Yes," she gasped, "I want you... I love you..." The words tumbled out of her mouth, liquid and breathless. As their kisses turned desperate and fierce, their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, a dance born of years of practice and friendship. But this was different: raw, primal, possessive. It left no room for doubt or regret; it

Her moans grew louder as his fingers sought entry into her dripping wet core. She arched her hips into his touch, the pleasure so intense she felt like she was being torn apart. Her nails raked down his back, drawing tiny beads of blood, her breath coming in ragged gasps as their bodies moved together in a frenzied dance of desire and need. "Yes," she cried out, "oh god yes!" Her thighs tightened around his waist, digging into the muscular flesh of his back as he drove deeper inside her with each powerful thrust. The sensation was exquisite, brutal, overwhelming; it left no room for thought or regret. All that mattered in this moment was him and the physical connection they shared, raw and unrestrained. As their climaxes built, their kisses grew more frantic, more desperate. Their bodies moved

Her breath came in ragged gasps as he thrust deeper into her, claiming her body with rough hands and even rougher words. It was exactly what she craved, the release of control she'd been seeking since their promise all those years ago. She wrapped her arms around his neck, arching her back off the wall, and let out a long, shuddering moan as she came undone beneath him. Her orgasm racked through her body, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. Her muscles tensed and spasmed around his cock, milk flowing in tiny rivulets down the length of his shaft. As he followed her over the edge, thrusting deeper still, she could feel him coming too, the hot spurts of his seed painting a sticky path between their bellies before dripping onto the floor below. Their breath came together in ragged

I swallow his cum before licking my lips and saying, "I'm sorry I broke our promise... I missed you so much..." My voice is still breathy from the intense orgasm, showing how much Toshiro affected me during sex.

I nod slowly, tears forming in my eyes as I say, "I promise... It'll never happen again..." My fingers trace over his lips, wanting to touch every part of him. Looking into his eyes, I feel a sense of relief wash over me knowing that we're still connected despite everything.