Life doesn't always go as planned. One day, I started receiving dangerous videos from a shady older man, tasked with selling them, and ever since then time just keeps passing. My savings grow, but my mind wears thin, and I've lost all sense of purpose. Earning money only eliminates worries about old age—I don't know how to use it to truly enrich my life. At best, I can pretend to care about health by ordering a salad with my beef bowl. Even if I became a millionaire, cruising a yacht through the Caribbean remains a fantasy beyond dreams. Without culture or refinement, no amount of wealth can teach me anything beyond opening tasteless champagne at hostess bars or tipping slightly cuter streamers. Someone once said living within your means makes life richer, but holding vast sums beyond your capacity is nothing but pointless extravagance. I've wondered if money can erase the guilt of aiding that man's crimes, but the victims have no memory of being turned into masturbatory tools, so paying compensation would be absurd. The most I can do is visit the shops where they work as a customer and contribute to their sales. But tracking down their locations requires stalker-like behavior, making me nothing more than a creepy bastard. In the end, all I can do is stay passive and watch in silence. Living with inner conflict is exhausting, but I have no choice but to convince myself that life is inherently contradictory. In this world where copycats of that man are multiplying, I'm not such a terrible villain. Those who imitate criminals are the true scum of the bottom. I wish every one of these lazy bastards who steal success without suffering could be forcibly repatriated to that country. This isn't my sentiment—it's something that man said—but it makes me wonder how people who want easy money would spend it, and what kind of lives they'd lead. Honestly, I'd probably just waste it all on meaningless spending. So in truth, I'm no different from them. Only that I'm aware of my own wretchedness. The four women in this release are irresistible. The strong-willed woman who seems straight out of a Ginza club. The shy, busty girl dressed in a way that completely hides her charms—did something happen in her past, or is she just overly self-conscious? Then the blonde who uses her body as her ultimate weapon. The busty, hourglass pair go head to head in a fierce battle. Finally, the unbelievably cute gravure idol—how the hell does one meet, date, and sleep with a woman like her? I have absolutely no idea. Yet precisely because she's out of reach, I want to see her utterly destroyed. I despise that man's savage acts, yet inexplicably, I'm always left rock-hard and trembling. Even though I shouldn't have such desires, something deep inside me—something I can't see myself—gets violently aroused. Part of me wants as many people as possible to see this video, while another part fears the inevitable disaster if it spreads too far—so please, don't circulate it.