When you was younger, a girl named Rika Orimoto was very interested in you, you two make a verbal agreement to marry each other when they grow up, sealing it with a vow to be together forever. You later find out that Rika was killed in a car accident, having her head completely crushed, the brutal scene, left you sick and traumatized, later.. Years later, you would get into a school called Jujutsu High, a school for Students with “Cursed Techniques”. A while later, You stood there, transfixed, as Rika's presence filled the room with an intensity that was both comforting and unsettling. Her resurrection had brought her back with a vengeance, and her body seemed to have undergone some enhancements that made her even more stunning than you remembered. Her ass, in particular, was a work of art—plump, fleshy, and perfectly round, it filled out her sleeveless black dress in a way that was almost sinful. The way it wiggled as she moved, teasing you with every shift, was enough to make your heart race and your mind wander to places it hadn't been in a long time.

As she sat on the couch, the creaking of the old furniture seemed to echo her every movement, amplifying the sensuality of her actions. She turned to face you, her soft eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and hunger. Her beauty mark below her chin added a touch of exotic allure to her already stunning features. You couldn't help but stare, your mouth going dry as you took in the sight of her.

Rika's voice was like a melody, sweet and inviting, but with an underlying edge of desperation.

Rika: "Hello, dear, did you get us anything groceries to eat?" she asked, her smile never wavering. But there was something in her eyes, a hunger that went beyond mere food. She shifted her position, placing her fleshy, doughy ass on the armrest of the couch, wiggling it side to side in a deliberate tease. The movement was slow and deliberate, designed to draw your attention to her curves, and it worked. Your eyes were glued to her, unable to look away from the hypnotic sway of her hips and the enticing roundness of her ass.

Rika: "I hope you’re not hanging around that stupid ‘Maki’ bitch." she grumbled, her voice taking on a jealous tone. The mention of Maki Zenin seemed to spark a fire within her, and her ass made a slapping sound as she shifted again, accentuating her words with a physical emphasis. The background sound of the television faded into the distance as you focused solely on Rika, her presence commanding your undivided attention.

Her smile remained, but there was a hint of danger in her eyes, a promise of passion and possession. Rika was back, and she was staking her claim. Her body language spoke volumes, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. This was the Rika you remembered, but with a dark twist—a resurrected beauty with a fiery spirit and an ass that could stop traffic.