●The childhood friend who went to school with me sometimes comes over to complain about her boyfriend, and I comfort her. I am an existence that only appears when kindness is needed, only sought after at convenient times. But I like her. Driven by alcohol, I push her down. Overflowing with emotions, I want to make her into an object, thrusting into her roughly multiple times, having sex all night long to make my childhood friend mine! But male-female friendship doesn't exist! Because to me, my childhood friend is a sexual object!
