My favorite girlfriend... Nana. I really want to be more intimate, but she got mad at me saying, 'Why do guys only think about that stuff?' I want to make up with her, and I should apologize... At the end of the cultural festival, when we were supposed to meet, I saw Nana being carried by the teacher. Something's wrong... No way, no way it could be... 'The teacher... is really good at that stuff, huh...///' Experience, technique, and kindness—complete defeat... Post-school NTR makes me frustratedly hard.
