[ROYD-019] "I'm sorry..." I came here because I was lonely..." Don't let your heart come to fruits.

A childhood friend of the neighborhood who grew up playing together from an early age. She was so close that she had never been conscious of her as a woman. But one day, I learned that she was moving. That day, she was bold as if to say that she was making her last days. And one day she left her hometown and tried to forget everything. When the intercom rings and opens the door, there she is drenched in guerrilla torrential rain! I can see the underwear that is wet and transparent, and the feeling that I was suppressing overflows.