Shinagawa Ward. Under an elevated railway, there is a certain bicycle parking lot.
The final train of the day disappeared into the dark night, making a raucous noise that grated on the nerves.
In the silent parking lot, I discovered the woman.
She was curled up like a fetus on the cold concrete.
Probably in her early twenties?
Surrounded by an air mixed with alcohol and perfume, she surrendered to the drowsiness brought on by alcohol.
Her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were in disarray, but when I looked closely at her face, she was a beautiful woman with a hint of youthfulness.
The flush on her plump cheeks and the rough breaths escaping from between her glossy lips were enticing.
The more I looked, the more my desires stirred. She was a stunning woman.
Even through her clothes, her ample breasts strained against her top.
After confirming that there was no one else around, I lifted her up and carried her away……
