As a ronin student, I had my heart stolen by Yui, our housekeeper. When a typhoon made direct landfall, she still walked through the pouring rain just to bring me dinner. Worried, I suggested she take a shower, but she refused—her wet hair swaying, her figure clearly visible beneath a thin bra that failed to conceal her curves. Overwhelmed by her beauty, my suppressed desire exploded, and I gave in to my feelings, making love to Yui. In that moment, as our bodies and souls fused into one, I knew there was no turning back.