Midnight 12 o'clock. In an alleyway removed from the bustle of a busy street.
A woman sits on the stairs with a bottle of wine beside her.
I approach her, feigning kindness, and she looks back at me with glazed eyes.
She is probably in her early twenties, with a youthful face and healthy skin illuminated by the streetlights.
Her tight-fitting clothes reveal a fresh young body, and I secretly swallow my saliva.
Particularly, the sensual curve from her slender waist to her soft-looking buttocks must have driven countless men mad.
The woman mutters things like "I haven't been drinking," but it's clear that's not true.
I half-carry her, unsteady on her feet, back to my room.
Soon after, she begins to snore on the bed.
The face of a woman sleeping without guard, like a girl, is incredibly charming.
My penis is already throbbing, ready to burst.
I am suddenly driven by the urge to ejaculate on her face.
I somehow manage to suppress this unreasonable storm of desire.
It's not time yet…
There is an order to things.
I hold my breath and reach for her clothes.
