"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 exercising 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, who had little experience with women, could not take the initiative, and her body and mind were controlled as she told me.