The first time I saw Ai Mukai, she was a boyish, energetic beautiful girl with a short haircut. Her appearance carried a slightly rebellious aura, and she looked perfectly natural in a uniform. From that moment, I sensed she was destined to be a naturally cheeky schoolgirl. If such a younger girl provoked me, I knew I'd cum instantly. When I saw her again, she had already matured into a woman who could truly be called "a desirable woman." If a woman like the current Ai Mukai were my wife, I'd be tormented by jealousy and anxiety knowing she'd be taken by other men—and yet, I'd come to feel that very torment was life's greatest pleasure.