[JUL-834] ● The afternoon of tutoring and immorality in school days that I met at the moving destination. Kana Morisawa

After taking a single wave and taking the university, I decided to start living alone. When I had finished sorting out the matter, my mother told me that it was important to have a neighborhood out, and I was forcigly taken to the next house. I opened the door, greeted the woman who lives next door, and looked up, and the person was Mr. Morisawa, a tutor when I was a student. The teacher who met again after a long time became bewitchingly beautiful, and I was excited. And on the night of the move, I heard the charm of the couple's activities from behind the thin wall . . .