Overview

Shinagawa Ward. A bicycle parking lot under the overpass. The last train of the day was sucked into the dark night, making a loud noise that hit my nerves. I found the woman in the quiet bicycle parking lot. A woman is crouched down on the cold concrete in a fetal position. I guess he's in his early 20s? The air smells of alcohol and perfume, and I surrender to the drowsiness brought on by the alcohol. Her hair was unkempt and her clothes were disheveled, but when I looked into her face, I saw that she was a beautiful woman with a youthful side. Her plump cheeks puffed up as her breath leaked out from between her glossy lips. She's such a good woman that the more you look at her, the more your sexual desire is aroused. Even through her clothes, her ample breasts seemed to push up her jacket. After making sure that no one was watching, I carried the woman out on my shoulder...