Back in my own bedroom, I could not calm down for a long time, still fluctuating for the thrilling kiss I just had.

But although I kissed, I still seem to have some meaning.

It's reasonable that I should be satisfied. I was excited for a long time just by holding hands. But why am I not satisfied with the intense wet kisses now?

Because my body was expanding fiercely, I went to the bathroom to urinate and tried to restrain myself.

I love her, as long as I can be with her, why do I have to get her body to be willing? When I first saw her, standing...