The lady I had always admired from the neighborhood, Misuzu, stood there utterly distressed. Inviting her to my home out of kindness, there she was, right in front of me, in a dream-like situation. Matsumoto was doing his best to maintain his composure. However, upon learning that the reason she couldn't enter her house was due to her own infidelity, his mind was thrown into utter chaos. Could it be that Misuzu is actually a naughty person!? "Please feel free to stay the night," he said, trying to dispel the erotic fantasies racing through his mind. Then, as if sensing Matsumoto's feelings, Misuzu leaned closer...
