Ms. Nakayama was in the same class and graduated from the same university. One day, when I missed the last train because I had to work overtime, he said: “If you want to sleep on the sofa, I'll let you stay.” Being in another woman's room while she was there… But I might have expected something from Mr. Nakayama, who used to be a bimbo. Braless loungewear left unprotected in a space just for the two of us… I can not stand it. I continued fucking until I had used up a dozen condoms by morning. Still sexual desire that doesn't match. Finally, I was invited to say, “I don't care if I'm alive.”