"The depths... feel it the most." Every time I stirred her vaginal cavity, her erogenous zone, she shook her lustrous black hair and cried out in embarrassment. Perhaps due to the humidity of the love hotel with its windows closed, a thin sheen of sweat coated her translucent white skin, creating a sensual and aesthetic contrast. Before I knew it, I was absentmindedly running my tongue over her steaming armpit sweat. Then, my fingers dug further into her moistened vagina. Thinking back to our casual conversations, imagining her everyday self, I indulged in the act, and my excitement grew even stronger. "I've been working as a nurse at a hospital in Tokyo since last year." "I have a boyfriend. He's a kind man. I'm not dissatisfied... but I've gotten used to it recently." "Exercise? No. I feel like my daily work is my exercise." 21-year-old nurse with a boyfriend. Living a completely ordinary life. But now, she was revealing a lewd side that she never shows to her colleagues or patients. Just that fact alone was enough to make me cum. Her long, slender legs and firm, beautiful bottom, accentuated by her perfectly fitting leather boots, struck a chord deep within her sexual desires. To be touched, to be seen, to be loved. As if to confirm the meaning of these things, she surrendered herself to the moment. On my way home, I saw her off at Shinjuku Station. Strangely, the moment we walked side by side through the crowd felt strangely real. "Are you going to tell your boyfriend about today?" I asked, and she shook her head ever so slightly. The gesture was quieter and stronger than words. I watched her back as she walked deeper into the east ticket gate. She quietly blended into the everyday scenery, where everyone was coming and going.