Overview

"Why do we always see each other? ' I couldn't hide my agitation at the words of the married woman who lived in the room across from me. Every time I met her eyes covered with sweat as she exercised with her big breasts bouncing, I fantasized about how naughty she was. Whether she knew my ulterior motives or not, she attacked me with clever words. In the afternoon when no one was around, there was no way I, who had little experience with women, could take the initiative, and my body and mind were dominated by what she told me to do...