My pathetic inability to win the affection of the girl I like only deepens my sense of inferiority! Though overwhelmed by helplessness and frustration, I somehow end up fully erect. This brand-new BSS scenario realistically recreates everything: the girl I loved, her breasts, her pussy, and the vulgar sounds she makes during sex—all displayed right before my eyes. My chest tightens in agony. If only I had confessed first, if only I had stepped in back then… Regret, bitterness, and sorrow fade away, replaced by a perverse arousal born of depression. Goodbye… There's only one thing I'm certain of now: "You are beautiful..."