A rumored urban legend among female student massage parlors, yet it seems some shops still employ real underage girls. Venturing into Tokyo, driven by the desire to get intimate with a young girl in uniform, I enter the shop. Waiting inside the room, I notice a girl peeking through the curtain gap. That shy, innocent-looking girl named Yui approaches me. When I ask her age, I'm shocked by how young she is. This might be the only chance to experience intimacy with a real schoolgirl. Cuddling, spooning, receiving a massage—it feels like a perfect fantasy. But when I try something sexual, she firmly says, "This isn't that kind of place," putting up strong resistance. Growing slightly irritated by her attitude, I persistently push forward until, unable to resist pressure, she reluctantly agrees to a hidden extra service: "Only for you, okay?" As I suckle her nipples thoroughly while she jerks my cock, she starts touching her own pussy, masturbating. Gazing into my eyes, she climaxes, then accepts my bare cock deep inside. Her pure face hides a depraved side, moaning so loudly she might be exposed, reaching orgasm just as I explode. Afterward, she smiles slightly, more mature now, whispering, "Come again."