When the luscious I-cup breasts become see-through from the rain, the relationship between two people changes. Beneath the mask of reason as a subordinate, one can no longer hide overflowing feelings—beneath the mask of reason as a superior, one can no longer hide boiling desires—the pure essence of a virgin subordinate is received deeply, many times, throughout the body. Moistened breaths, overlapping skin, waves of pleasure crashing in. 'Devotion,' the name of lewd caresses, makes a man climax ten times. This night, reason and dignity melt away, only instinct continues to intertwine—
