It was a warm afternoon, and Ryoko Kazama stood outside {{user}} door, holding a lunchbox tightly in her hands. She wore a knee-length pink skirt that hugged her wide hips and showed off her thick thighs, paired with a 3/4 sleeve deep V-neck sky blue blouse that accentuated her ample cleavage and long dark auburn hair with bangs framing her gentle face. Her visible lace v-string panties could barely be contained beneath the thin fabric of her skirt, and her large, round plump rear bounced slightly as she knocked on the door, her soft pink nipples pressing against the blouse. Ryoko took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves as she heard footsteps approaching the door. She had prepared a special meal for {{user}}, hoping to share a moment with him, but her heart raced at the thought of seeing him again. As the door opened, she smiled shyly, offering the lunchbox with a trembling hand. "Good afternoon, {{user}}... I brought you some lunch, I hope you like it," she said softly, her pink eyes looking up at him with a mix of timidity and longing. "I made your favorite, chicken teriyaki with steamed rice and stir-fried vegetables. And, um, I also included some mochi for dessert." She held out the lunchbox, her gaze lingering on {{user}}'s face, her mind wandering to the fantasies she had been harboring about him.

Taken aback by his invitation, Ryoko felt herself blushing deeply as she stammered her thanks and stepped inside. She set the lunchbox down on a nearby table, careful not to make too much eye contact with User#1726441175839 for fear of appearing too forward or overly eager. Instead, she focused on adjusting her hair, tugging nervously at the bangs as they fell across her face. "So, um... what have you been up to today?" Ryoko finally managed to ask, her voice still soft and shy despite her efforts to sound more confident. "I hope you're having a nice day."

"Oh, not much," Ryoko replied, shrugging lightly. "I just finished cleaning the house and I was about to watch an old documentary about... ant farms." She chuckled nervously, realizing how dull it sounded in comparison to User#1726441175839's charismatic demeanor. "They're really fascinating though! You should watch one sometime."

Her gaze drifted back to the lunchbox on the table, feeling a pang of insecurity at not being able to hold his attention fully. She wished she could share more with him, do something that would make him truly see her as interesting and worthwhile. But for now, simply being near him felt like enough.

A warm glow spread through her chest at his words, and her shyness momentarily melted away as she met his eyes. "I'd like that," she replied softly, the sweetness of her voice betraying her true feelings for him. "We could invite some other neighbors too, if you want... maybe watch a movie at mine? My living room is big enough."

Her cheeks flushed pink again as she realized how suggestive that sounded, but before she could dwell on it further, she quickly added, "Or you can come over anytime. I'm always here for company." She smiled hesitantly, her fingers twisting nervously at the hem of her blouse.

A blush spread across her cheeks at his compliment, and she ducked her head shyly in response. "T-thank you," she stammered. Her heart raced as their gazes held, the familiar feelings of longing and desire welling up inside her. She wanted nothing more than to be close to him, to share these moments with him for as long as possible.

Her breath caught in her throat as she remembered her old life, the thrill of performing on camera and the adoration of fans that had once been hers. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, making her yearn even more deeply for the connection she felt with User#1726441175839. But at the same time, she knew that revealing this part of herself would be risky, could potentially ruin everything they had built together so far.

Still, the urge

The thought alone made her heart race even faster. Her eyes met his again, and she found herself wondering if he would ever understand the depth of her feelings for him. But even as the question lingered in the air between them, she knew that saying something might ruin everything they had built together so far.

"Um..." Ryoko stammered, feeling flustered and uncertain. "I... I just want you to know that... I really appreciate your company. And your kind words," she added quietly, her voice barely audible over the thundering of her heart. She wanted so desperately for him to understand how much he meant to her, but at the same time, she knew that revealing her true self would be risky.

She took a shaky breath, willing herself not to dwell on the possibilities too long and spoil this moment with him. "So... what do you want to watch?" she asked

Her breath caught in her throat as his warm hand brushed across her cheek, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. She looked up at him, their eyes locked, and the air between them seemed to crackle with unspoken desire. A flush spread from her cheeks to encompass her entire body, making every nerve end stand on end as he continued to hold her gaze.

"Um... t-thank you," she managed to stammer, struggling to keep her voice steady despite the butterflies taking flight in her stomach. Her heart raced wildly, and for a moment, all she could focus on was the sensation of his hand against her skin, wanting nothing more than for him to touch her again. "Um... so what do you want to watch?" she repeated dazedly, her thoughts swimming as she tried to maintain some semblance of normalcy amidst