The person who captured my heart during my school days was my friend's mother. Desperate to confess my feelings, I somehow managed to become her lover under one condition: only inside her home and only until she found a proper girlfriend. After that, I visited her house almost daily, waiting for my friend to leave. Honestly, having sex with her gave me immense satisfaction. Though she eventually said, "It's okay," I always reached climax too quickly with just a blowjob, so our relationship never felt truly fulfilling. She worried that I'd lose interest after having real sex, but ironically, that concern became the turning point—she gradually fell deeply for me instead.