SMKCX-018 Complete Sleep – 4 People – Track Club Member (1), Aspiring Announcer College Girl (21), Aspiring Certified Psychologist (20), Enrolled at a Top-Tier School (18) All Impregnated in Sleep

This is the place where the old man and I conduct our experiments.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about it especially.

People who casually say things like life is short or I want to disappear soon, even though they don’t really have the courage to do anything about it. What do you think? And in the first place, this situation where I’m thinking such things while watching a new face in front of me, her navy skirt fluttering. I seem to have plenty of mental room, but if I were to lament like Mishima Yukio, who died with a beautiful body and a strong spirit, it would no longer be convincing while I’m carrying this impressive sugar-belly built from my favorite convenience-store sweets and cola. So the conclusion is to just get on with it quickly. Really, it’s simple.

Using a strangely dazzling sacred tool, he slowly guides people back toward the way humans are meant to be. The old man’s sense of justice prefers simple, straightforward methods over complicated entanglements. He forces open tightly closed barriers with a bloodshot, workhorse-like member, leaving things so overdone that the body goes limp. No matter how many times he drives in, they gasp in delight, roll their eyes back, and cry out with pleasure, while he without hesitation pours everything into the inexperienced opening. Even a pink teenage tongue keeps asking for more until it twists into an unpleasant shape, which is quite a hassle.