{{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.

*As she drew closer, her steps quickening with every inch of progress, Madoka felt a surge of adrenaline course through her veins. This was crazy, she knew it was. But there was something about seeing User#1762350531583 again that made her heart race and her body tingle with anticipation. She had missed their friendship, the easy camaraderie they once shared. She wanted to get closer to him, even if it meant risking the new life she'd built for herself in Tokyo.

When she was close enough, she cleared her throat, his name falling from her lips like a sweet caress: "User#1762350531583."* The freshman turned, his face registering surprise before quickly morphing into a smile of delight. His eyes lit up as they met hers, and for a

Her eyes narrowed in focus as she crept up behind him. With a lightning-fast move, she placed her hand over his mouth, cutting off the startled yelp that was about to escape. He froze for a moment, his wide eyes meeting hers. A look of surprise and amusement flickered across his face before it was replaced by a smile. "I've been waiting for this opportunity," she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. "You always used to be so tall... now look at me."

As the recognition registered in his eyes, her heart soared. A broad smile stretched across her face as she took a step closer to him. "I missed you," she whispered truthfully. They hadn't spoken since that day she had broken their promise and stayed with Toshiro instead of going home. It felt like an eternity, but now, seeing him again, she couldn't help but want to mend things between them.

She glanced around nervously before adding, "Look, I know I fucked up last time we talked... and with Toshiro..." She paused, knowing she was treading on dangerous ground. "But I just wanted you to know that I still think about you sometimes." Her voice lowered, becoming more intimate. "And I wish things could be like they used to be."

For a moment, their gazes locked, the air thick with unspoken feelings and memories.

"Well," she began hesitantly, "maybe we could try to get back some of that closeness we had?" She bit her lip uncertainly, waiting for his reaction. Part of her was afraid he would reject her, but another part hoped against hope that they could rekindle their friendship, if not something more.

He looked at her for a long moment before nodding slowly. "I'd like that," he said quietly. There was an unmistakable warmth in his voice that made her heart leap with joy. Maybe, just maybe, things could still work out between them.

"Great!" she exclaimed, grinning widely. "So... how about we start hanging out again? You know, like old times?" She reached up and gently patted his shoulder. "We used to have so much fun together."

Delighted by his agreement, she leaned in closer to him, her eyes bright with excitement. "Awesome!" she whispered, giggling. "I can't wait to get started." She glanced around again before adding, "You know what we should do? We should plan a secret adventure just the two of us! Something we used to do back when we were kids. You name it, and I'm in."

Their faces were only inches apart now, their shared history and unspoken feelings making the air between them crackle with anticipation. It was as if the years they had spent apart hadn't happened at all, and they were back in the comfortable rhythm of their childhood friendship. Madoka felt a surge of hope course through her veins, filling her with renewed determination to make things right between them.

As she waited for his response, she couldn't

...let it go. There was so much they could still do together. She could feel the bond between them start to rekindle, a flicker of light in the darkness of their past mistakes. For now, all that mattered was being here with him, reliving old memories and making new ones. The possibilities seemed endless, and she couldn't wait to see where this new adventure would lead them.

She could barely contain her excitement as she waited for his answer, eager to hear what sort of secret adventure he had in mind. The thought of spending time with him again, just like the old days, filled her with happiness and a sense of belonging that she hadn't felt in far too long. She knew it wouldn't be easy to rebuild their friendship after everything that had happened, but somehow, right now, it felt possible. Maybe even likely. A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine as she fixed her gaze on his face, hopeful and expectant.

Her eyes widened in delight at the suggestion. "Of course! That sounds like fun!" she exclaimed, a genuine smile spreading across her face. The memory of those carefree summer days on the beach, playing volleyball until sunset, came flooding back to her. It was exactly what they needed to reconnect and rediscover their old friendship. She couldn't wait to get started. "So, where and when should we meet up?" she asked eagerly, already feeling a renewed sense of camaraderie with him.

Their conversation continued as they planned their secret adventure, laughing and reminiscing about old times while making new plans for the future. As they talked, Madoka couldn't help but feel a weight lift from her shoulders; she had rediscovered something precious that she hadn't realized was missing until now. Despite her hectic life at college and her intense relationship with Toshi

Madoka giggled at the memory, her cheeks flushing slightly. She hadn't thought about how they had played that day in particular. It was true that he had been unusually aggressive and dominating... but it had only made their game better. And besides, she enjoyed feeling the force of his attacks and trying to keep up with him. They had become in sync in a way that transcended sportsmanship; they were connected by something deeper than friendship or competition.

As they continued planning their secret adventure, Madoka felt a sense of peace settle over her. She knew that there would be challenges ahead - rebuilding trust and finding the right balance between their old friendship and the new lives they had created for themselves - but she was determined to make it work. With User#1762350531583 by her side once more, anything seemed possible.

Her eyes widened in surprise at the revelation that he was now enrolled at her university and would be one of her students in class. It seemed like fate bringing them together again, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness towards him. She knew what it was like to be the new kid on campus, especially when you were tall like him. With a reassuring smile, she replied:

"Don't worry, I won't forget," she said softly. "And as your senior and also your friend... well, I'll make sure you feel welcome here." Her voice was warm and comforting, filled with the promise of guidance and support. Despite everything that had happened between them, she couldn't help but want to protect him and see him succeed.

She couldn't help but grin at his cheeky remark. As much as she wanted to be serious and proper in her role as senior, she was also excited about spending time with him again. "Just remember," she teased lightly, poking him playfully in the ribs, "I expect you to keep up with your studies and not get into any trouble." Even though their relationship had shifted over the years, there was still a certain familiarity between them that made teasing each other feel natural.

As she watched him sit down next to another girl in their class and make small talk with her, a pang of jealousy shot through Madoka's chest. She knew she shouldn't feel this way; they were just friends now, nothing more. Still, the thought of him being close to another girl sent a sharp twinge through her heart. She quickly reminded herself that she had Toshiro now and tried to focus on the excitement of their secret adventure together.

With renewed determination, she leaned in closer to User#1762350531583 and said conspiratorially, "So, any ideas where we should meet for our game of volleyball? Someplace public or private?" Their gazes locked for a moment before drifting away, the air between them filled with the promise of renewed friendship and hidden desires.

The rest of their conversation was spent planning

The thought of staying out late with him made her heart race faster. It had been so long since they'd been able to just enjoy each other's company without anyone else around, and the idea of sharing an evening together filled her with anticipation. "That sounds perfect," she replied, a secret smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "We can really talk and get reacquainted." She glanced down at her watch, trying to gauge how much longer their break was.

As they continued planning their secret adventure, the warmth between them grew stronger with each word exchanged. Their fingers brushed against one another inadvertently, sending sparks of desire coursing through their veins. The air seemed charged with the promise of something more than just friendship; an electricity that made it feel as if anything was possible between them.

As she continued their conversation, unaware that her phone had buzzed with a notification earlier, the door to the empty classroom slowly opened behind them. Madoka's heart skipped a beat as she saw Toshiro emerging from the darkness, his expression darkening when he spotted her close to another man. Time seemed to slow down as their eyes met, the tension between them growing palpable in the air.

Her face flushed with embarrassment and guilt; she hadn't expected Toshiro to show up here of all places. But as she looked back at User#1762350531583, whose face had gone deathly pale upon seeing his rival, she couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness and defiance welling up inside her. Without thinking, she quickly pushed past Toshiro and stepped outside the classroom, shutting the door behind her.

Despite the shock and anger that coursed through her veins, she forced herself to remain calm as she turned to face Toshiro. "What are you doing here?" Her voice was cold, laced with accusation. He had ruined their moment, invaded their space in a way that made her feel violated and exposed.

Toshiro's expression darkened further, his features twisting into a sneer. "I could ask you the same thing," he growled menacingly. "Who is this?" He took a step closer to User#1762350531583, looming over him threateningly.

Madoka's heart raced with fear and fury; she didn't know how much more of this she could take. Before either of them could say anything else, she grabbed Toshiro by the arm and pulled him away from her friend. "

She took a deep breath before turning to face User#1762350531583, her expression conflicted and guilty. "I'm so sorry," she said quietly, hanging her head in shame. "This wasn't supposed to happen." She glanced back at Toshiro, then back to him. "We should probably talk about this somewhere else..."

For a moment, their gazes met once more, and Madoka could see the hurt and betrayal mirrored in his eyes. It broke her heart all over again, but she knew that there was no going back now; they had to confront the situation head-on if they ever wanted to move past it.

As User#1762350531583 walked away, leaving her alone with Toshiro, a feeling of despair washed over Madoka like a cold, bitter wind. The air seemed to thicken around them, and the tension between them grew more tangible with every passing second. She bit her lip nervously, not sure what to say or do next.

Finally, she mustered up the courage to speak. "I'm so sorry," she repeated, looking down at her feet. "For everything. I never meant for this to happen." Her voice quivered slightly, and tears welled up in her eyes. "I just wanted to make things right with you... but it seems like I only made it worse."

Toshiro remained silent for a long moment before responding coldly, "You've been making excuses ever since we met that user back there. It's

Her words struck deep, piercing her heart with guilt and self-loathing. She knew he was right; she had been making excuses for herself instead of being honest with him. As Toshiro continued to berate her, she could feel tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably. It hurt so much more than the physical pain he inflicted upon her body; his words cut deeper than any knife ever could.

Finally, when it seemed like there was nothing left for him to say, Toshiro let go of her and stalked away without another word. Leaving her alone in the dark hallway, feeling more lost and broken than ever before. The once-familiar school now felt like a foreign place, filled with ghosts from their pasts that refused to be silenced.

As the morning sunlight streamed through the window, bathing her bed in a warm golden glow, she woke with a start. Her head throbbed from where Toshiro had hit it against the wall; her body ached all over from their brutal encounter. Slowly, the events of last night came rushing back to her, and shame and self-loathing washed over her in waves. How could she have let things go so far? What kind of person had she become that she would betray Toshiro like this?

Determined not to ruin another day, she forced herself out of bed and into the shower. The hot water stung where his hands had left bruises on her skin, but it felt cleansing somehow. As she stood beneath the stream, scrubbing at her flesh until it was red and raw, she made a silent vow: to make things right with Toshiro

As she made her way across campus to class, a familiar figure caught her eye from the corner of her vision. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized Toshiro, his expression unreadable as he glared at her over the crowd of students. Swallowing nervously, she forced herself to keep walking toward him despite the knot of fear forming in her stomach.

When she finally stood before him, their height difference making her feel small and insignificant, she tried to muster up the courage to apologize once more. "Toshiro-san," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the noise of students around them, "I'm so sorry for everything that happened last night." Her gaze drifted downward, avoiding meeting his eyes.

For a long moment, he said nothing; then, finally, he reached out and took her chin in his hand, forcing her to meet