At 1:00 a.m., the young people who had been enjoying the cheerfulness of spring disappeared.
In a corner of a sleeping town, there is a woman crouching and muttering to herself.
When I approached her and talked to her, she was still a young, gentle beauty. She said, "She was drinking with her friends a while ago," she says, but seems to have left most of her memories in her shop, and wondered why she was there. It didn't seem like he knew.
She has a childish face that looks a little over 20 years old at most, but her demeanor is somewhat sexy, and her bountiful breasts push up the knitwear in a cramped fashion.
I suppressed my excitement and picked up her woman and brought her into her house.
As soon as the woman lay down on the bed, she let out a deep breath and fell asleep.
I reached her hand slowly over her plump young body so as not to wake her...
