Ms. Nakayama was in the same class, 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." Staying in another woman's room when she was there... But I might have expected something from Mr. Nakayama, who used to be a bimbo. Unprotected braless nightwear in a space just for the two of us... I couldn't stand it. I kept fucking until I used up a dozen condoms in the morning. Still the same sexual desire without the right fit. Finally, I was invited to say, "I don't care if I live."