Naara Kiva's true nature suddenly awakens when she's been with Aderaldo for almost two hours.

Again and again, the Greek good-looking man kisses her lips without permission. Whispering the underwear size, she is wearing precisely. It is obvious how perverted the man was. It is as if he has been trained and is very used to examining or even holding a 'Melon' hm... a pretty subtle analogy for Naara's breasts, but still, the girl doesn't like it. Naara does not intend to return Aderaldo's kiss even though Naara has to admit that the kiss succeeds in evoking something she has never wanted before.

The woman raises her palm as high...