While walking, I was approached by an unfamiliar woman. It was "Yuri," my classmate from twenty years ago. She had retained her former purity while blossoming into a stunning adult woman. I more or less forcefully invited her back to my place. As we reminisced and enjoyed the nostalgic atmosphere, our conversation flowed easily. But I couldn't resist anymore—her close proximity and the occasional glimpse of her cleavage pushed me over the edge...