Walking with Lemon along a farm road bathed in the colors of the evening sky, I took her home but suddenly picked her up and carried her to my usual pleasure mansion. She had just fought with her boyfriend from the same school and clung to me, crying uncontrollably. I gently dressed her in an especially cute, pure white dress and had her sit in the dimly lit room. The moment I touched her slightly puffy cheeks, her tears streamed down onto my fingers. Lit by the glow of the room's lamp, her eyes sparkled like a bratty teenager in rebellion. Instead of guilt, waves of pleasure surged through my entire body.