My girlfriend is a shy and pure literature girl. She doesn't stand out in class, she's bashful and serious, and that's what drew me to her, allowing us to finally start dating. We haven't even held hands yet; it should be an innocent relationship. However, the first time I invited her to my room, she suddenly started masturbating while still in her school uniform. It looked clear, but it was actually possessed by masturbation, a 'masturbation maniac.' At first, all I could do was be surprised. But before I knew it, I too was gripping my crotch and showing each other with her. Smelling each other, having phone sex, whether in the living room or Japanese-style room, before we knew it, masturbation deepened our bond. Before love, before sex, what connected us was mutual masturbation. Having seen her hidden side, I can't go back to our original relationship. Unable to stop the pleasure that controls us, we draw closer each day through mutual masturbation that borders on madness. It might be a bit abnormal, but it's our own beautiful form of love.
