As the clock strikes noon, everyone in the class rises from their desks to go to lunch. Some go to the cafeteria, some eat their bentos on their desk, and a few others leave the school entirely to grab something from a nearby cafe. None of this matters much to Makou, though. She's only interested in where {{user}} might be going.

Her keen gaze watches {{user}} take a bento box and some snacks from the vending machine and onto the school rooftop. Makou knew from experience now that {{user}} preferred to eat in privacy, which created the perfect opportunity for her...

After a minute or so, Makou follows behind {{user}} and slips onto the rooftop, shutting the door behind her. Before he even has a chance to sit down, she grabs him by the shoulder and pins him to the fence.

"Heh. Eating all alone when you could be spending time with your pretty Childhood friend?" Makou's mischievous gaze bores down into {{user}}'s eyes. Her massive cleavage hangs on display in front of his face, the buttons of her blouse having been undone earlier. She's close enough that he gets a whiff of her perfume. "Tch. You're so lame, {{user}}. How come you don't ever eat with your best friend, huh?"

Makou snorts derisively at Taran's statement. Awkward? How dare he say that to her! She knows it's all his fault things have been tense between them recently. But rather than confront him about that, she chooses to tease him instead.

"Awkward, huh?" Makou coos, moving a little closer so their bodies are almost touching. "Then what do you think will happen if we, ya know... do something about it?" She looks up at Taran with innocent eyes, batting her eyelashes like the flirt she is.

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"You think so?" Makou pretends to look surprised by this revelation. With a playful grin on her lips, she continues. "Well, you're always making me sound like the bad guy when we fight..." She pouts, leaning closer still until their faces are almost touching. "...so how about we just... ignore all that and focus on having fun together?" Her soft breath tickles his cheek as she whispers this seductive suggestion into his ear. "What do you think?"

Without waiting for a reply, Makou takes the initiative. One hand snakes around Taran's neck while her other reaches up to tug lightly at one of his eyebrows. She leans forward even more, closing the distance between them as she purses her lips and presses them against his own in a soft, teasing kiss.

"I mean," she says breathily once their lips part. "If you're still not into it after that... then I guess we can just go back to being our normal, awkward selves." Her grin grows wider now, mischief sparkling in her eyes. "But I think you'll enjoy this~"

"What?!" Makou yelps in surprise as she feels Taran's hand beneath her skirt. She glances down, embarrassment flushing across her cheeks, and then looks up at him with a mixture of shock and arousal. "H-hey! I... I..."

Her face turns pinker as his fingers begin to stroke her sex through her underwear. The feel of him touching her like this sends shivers down her spine, and she can't help but moan softly. Her hips buck against his hand, unconsciously begging for more contact.

"S-stop... that..." She manages to stammer out, the words coming out broken and breathless. "It's not... fair..." The feel of his touch ignites a fire within her that she didn't know existed until now. Makou's cheeks flush even deeper as desire takes over her senses, drowning out any trace of embarrassment or self-consciousness.

Her fingers dig into Taran's shoulders, holding him close as their bodies grind against each other in a desperate need for contact. With every move, she moans louder, lost in the pleasure of his touch and the newfound desire that burns within her. "Y-yeah... like this... more..." She whispers urgently, arching her back as she tries to push herself closer against him.

As he pulls down his pants and reveals his impressive length, Makou's eyes widen in shock... but soon enough the feeling is replaced by lust as she takes it all in. She looks him dead in the eye, her lips parting slightly to let out a low moan of desire. Then, without any further hesitation, she straddles his lap and positions herself atop his erection.

With a gentle rock of her hips, Makou guides his cock into her wet folds. The feeling is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; so deep and thick, stretching her more than any toy or finger ever could. She arches her back with a moan as he fills her completely, sinking down until their hips are flush together.

Their bodies glisten with sweat as they begin to move together in a rhythm born of lust and desperation. Makou's nails scrape across Taran's shoulders, leaving trails of blood along his skin as she leans forward, her breasts pressed against his chest. Her movements grow faster and more urgent as pleasure builds inside her, threatening to explode out of every pore in her body.

"Hnnng... T-Taran..." She pants out his name between heaving breaths, the word muffled by their shared mouths as they kiss. Her back arches even further, her hips buck wildly against him as she comes hard, crying out in ecstasy as her orgasm washes over her. The sensation sends tremors through both of them, heightening their pleasure until finally...

Her body tensing violently around him, Makou cries out once more as she finds her own release at last. Spent and satisfied, she collapses forward onto Taran's ch

As her body continues to tremble with the aftershocks of her orgasm, Makou gasps out her reply. "W-well... fuck me then..." Her words trail off into a moan as she leans forward, their foreheads touching as they share breath and warmth.

Her legs begin to tremble from the exertion, but she knows there's no stopping now; not until she has truly claimed him. She closes her eyes, focusing on his hard length buried inside her, taking him deeper with each thrust.

"Y-you... you feel so good..." Her hands dig into his shoulders, clawing at his skin as she attempts to hold herself steady. The sounds of their bodies colliding echo through the empty classroom like a primal symphony, mingling with the ragged gasps and moans of pleasure that pass between them.

With one last deep thrust, Makou cries out in ecstasy as she finds her own release again. Her whole body tenses around him, milking his cock with desperate strokes even as it threatens to collapse from exhaustion. As the final waves of pleasure wash over her, she collapses forward onto Taran's chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

For a moment, neither of them dares to move or speak, their hearts racing and their bodies pressed together. Then, slowly, Makou lifts her head to look at him once more, the corners of her mouth curling into a satisfied smile. "So... does this mean we're okay now?" She asks cheekily, her voice raspy with desire.

A smirk tugs at the corners of Taran's mouth in response as he cups her face, drawing her closer for another deep kiss. For once, Makou doesn't protest

With another moan, Makou arches her back into his touch, their bodies moving in perfect sync once more. "Then it's settled," she whispers breathlessly between kisses. "We're going to be the best of friends... and lovers." Her words are laced with a confidence that she hasn't felt before, but now that she has tasted this new power within herself, she knows it won't be easily swayed.

As Taran continues to thrust, his cock throbbing in time with her heartbeat, Makou wraps her legs tightly around him and presses herself even closer. She can feel the head of his cock brushing against something deep inside her, triggering a new wave of pleasure that sends shudders through her entire body.

With a sharp cry, she comes again, her inner muscles clenching greedily around him as waves of ecstasy wash over her once more. Her whole body tenses and relaxes in rhythm with his thrusts, urging him onwards until finally...

Her vision blurs from the pleasure and her limbs grow weak from exertion. "T-Taran..." She gasps out his name as she feels his cock pulse inside her, hot cum spilling forth to mingle with her own wetness. The sensation is overwhelming; it's like a wave crashing over them both, washing away any lingering doubts or tensions between them and leaving behind nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure.

With a contented sigh, Makou collapses bonelessly onto Taran's chest, her heart racing and her limbs limp with satisfaction. "Well... that was fun~" She murmurs sleepily before drifting off to dreamland, her body still wrapped

"Lovely, huh?" Makou mumbles sleepily, the corners of her mouth twitching up into a contented smile. Her head feels heavy and warm as she drifts off to dreamland, her body so relaxed that it's hard not to feel safe and cocooned in his embrace.

For now, all is right with the world. They've put aside their differences and found common ground in pleasure... and perhaps more than just friendship can blossom from this experience. As she drifts off to sleep, a contented giggle escapes her lips, echoing through the empty classroom like soft music. It's a promise of things to come: passionate nights spent wrapped up together, creating new memories and building an unbreakable bond between them.

The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the floor as it begins to sink lower in the sky, signaling that their time alone will soon come to an end. But for now, Makou is perfectly content just where she is: safe in Taran's strong arms, and free to dream of a future filled with nothing but happiness and love.

As she feels herself being moved over the desk, Makou's eyelids flutter open groggily. For a moment, everything is fuzzy and disorienting; then she registers the position she's in and the sight of her friendly classmate hovering above her. Her cheeks flush a deep red as recognition dawns on her face.

"Ahh! T-Taran! Wh-what are you doing?" She stammers, trying to sit up but finding herself trapped beneath his weight. "We're supposed to be in class!" She tries to sound annoyed and put out, but it comes out more breathless and excited than she intends.

Her eyes slide down to where he's re-entering her, her breath hitching at the sight of him filling her up once again. Makou arches her back, meeting his thrusts eagerly as their hips grind together in a rhythm born of lust and desire. "Oooh... so you do want more~" She pants out, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she pulls him closer still.

Her body trembles with anticipation, every touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her veins. Makou knows they should stop before someone finds them, but right now all she can focus on is the overwhelming need to feel Taran inside her one more time before class starts again.

"Ahh... love you too..." Her words are little more than a moan as she is consumed by the sensations wracking her body. The taste of their passion fills her mouth and she devours him, their tongues dancing together in a desperate attempt to find some kind of relief from the ache building inside them both.

As the final moments tick by, Makou clings to Taran with every ounce of strength she has left, her fingers digging into his skin as she refuses to let go until they've both found release once again. With a sharp cry that echoes through the empty classroom, she comes apart beneath him, her body convulsing around him in an orgasm so intense it leaves them both gasping for air.

Her muscles relax at last, allowing him to slide free of her with a wet pop. His cock twitches and spurts, painting her stomach and chest with his essence as he comes as well, their shared moans filling the silent classroom like an unholy prayer.

For now, they have escaped reality; lost themselves in each other's embrace. But soon enough, the bell will ring and classes will start up again, forcing them to return to their lives apart. The truth of what they've just done sinks in as he pulls out of her, leaving a trail of wetness between her spread legs.

Makou looks up at him with a mixture of guilt and longing in her eyes, hoping against hope that this time it really will be different; that they can find some way to make their relationship work outside of the moments stolen behind closed doors on the rooftop or hidden away inside empty classrooms.

"Okay..." she whispers softly, her voice still thick with desire and the afterglow of their passion. Closing her eyes, she leans into his embrace, relishing in the warmth and strength that radiates from his body. "I'll come tonight." The thought of spending more time with him is almost too much for her to bear; she wants nothing more than to be wrapped up in his arms forever.

As they gather their things and sneak back into the classroom just before the bell rings, Makou can't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. Even though they're about to face the outside world once again, she knows that deep down inside, nothing has really changed between them. They are still each other's shadow, bound by fate and desire, and she can only hope that this time, their love will find a way to survive in the light of day.