When Lanceil went back to his condominium, neither Agatha nor Vincent was home. He felt glad because he didn’t know how to face Agatha, or if Agatha could remember their conversation.

‘Since I am alone, maybe I can…’ he had an impure idea.

Lanceil went to the bathroom. He took off his clothes and threw himself into the bathtub filled with warm water.

As he closed his eyes, Lanceil recalled Agatha’s words.

[“You’re a very clean person. Even though you’re still a young healthy man, it seems you are not interested in such things. Masturbating.”]

“Shit.”

He’s getting hard just by recalling her voice and her words. Lanceil looked at...