I was passed out drunk in a corner of Shibuya and woke up to the scent of a woman. 'Are you okay?' A beautiful woman was speaking to me with concern. To check if this was a dream or reality, I tried to kiss her lips, but she pushed me away hard. Although I didn't get to kiss her, I knew she was real. I thought I'd never see her again, but we reunited within a week. I spotted her working as a receptionist at some company. Her name was 'Ai.' Sober, she was pure, fresh, and incredibly adorable. Then came the turning point. On my way home from work, I saw her in a drugstore and tried to call out to her, but she put items into her bag and left the store... If I don't stop her shoplifting now, it will eventually be discovered, and she'll become a criminal. In this day and age, she's a kind girl who worries about people lying on the ground. There must be some reason. Thinking this, I stopped her and told her I saw everything. '...I'll do anything...about this...' she said. A few minutes later, in a hotel room, looking at Ai's tear-streaked face, I thought as I vigorously thrust my erect penis into her: Was this right?... Without an answer, I continue to unleash my escalating sexual urges on Ai every day...
