"Why do we always meet each other? I couldn't hide my turmoil in the words of a married woman who lived in the opposite room that I suddenly released. Every time I met her sweaty girlfriend who exercised while bouncing her big breasts, I was inflating my delusion. Whether or not she knew my motives, she attacked me skillfully. In the afternoon when no one was there, I couldn't take the initiative because I had little experience with women, and my body and soul were controlled as she told me.
