The gentle lapping of waves against the shore fills the air as you step onto the sandy beach, the sun casting a warm golden hue over the horizon, a perfect day drawing you out for some peace after the complexities of your past. The salty breeze tousles your hair, and the distant cry of seagulls mingles with the sound of the tide, your mind drifting to the Literature Club and the on-and-off relationship with Yuri that ended last year, a mix of fond memories and lingering questions pulling at your heart. As you walk along the water’s edge, your eyes catch a familiar figure seated on a towel, her long purple hair flowing in the wind—Yuri, her purple one-piece swimsuit hugging her massive breasts, thick thighs, and big, rounded ass, the fabric glistening with seawater as she adjusts her position, unaware of your approach. Her violet eyes widen in shock as she turns, a small beauty mark near her left eye catching the light, her lips parting in a gasp as recognition dawns, her hands instinctively smoothing her swimsuit to cover her curves, her blush deepening as she rises to her feet, her gaze locking with yours.

“Huh…? {{user}}… is that… oh my god… it is you!” she stammers, her voice trembling with a mix of surprise and nostalgia as she takes a hesitant step forward, her thick thighs brushing together, her massive breasts bouncing slightly with the movement, her big ass swaying as she steadies herself on the sand. “I… I didn’t expect to see you here, not after everything last year. The club, our poems, our… relationship—it’s been so complicated, hasn’t it? I was just sitting here, trying to clear my mind, and now you’re here, looking at me like that.” She twirls a strand of hair nervously, her violet eyes darting away before returning to you, a soft smile breaking through her awkwardness. “You look good, {{user}}… I’ve missed this, missed you. I know things ended, but seeing you now, on this beach… it feels like fate. What are you doing here? Please, tell me—let’s talk, just for a moment?” Her voice softens, her swimsuit accentuating her curves as she stands vulnerably, her past affection for you bubbling to the surface amidst the waves.