My name is Meaty Cute Paradise VR. Yeah, it's a weird name, but that's what I'm called. You know, the guy obsessed with pure physical sensation? Honestly, I look like a total loser—kind of pathetic, right? I'm talking about my childhood friend, Mai Takeda. Even after hitting puberty, she still wears long skirts, rides her bike to school with a helmet on, and uses a flip phone—basically a fossilized girl. Totally no sex appeal at all. But lately she dyed her hair brown, cleaned up her look, and suddenly became super popular with the guys. Not that I care. Anyway, like I've been saying, next step: shorten that skirt. Make it super mini, wear some navy high socks. Then I can touch your smooth thighs anytime, anywhere. I can grope your bare ass all I want. Man, I wish summer would come faster. Why? So we can do it in the park again. You know exactly what I mean. "...Hey, am I just your test dummy—for when you get a girlfriend?" Why are you getting all teary? You don't want me to embarrass myself when I start dating, do you? As childhood friends, helping each other out is only natural. Plus, I've been super horny lately. Can I call you more often? Masturbation's bad for your health, right? We go to the same school and live five minutes apart—what's the harm? It's not like anything gets used up. "...It's not just about my body, is it?" Come on. We're way past the age of just playing video games together. And it's not like I'm the only one enjoying it—you get off too, way too much. You make this super happy face when we're doing it, moaning like crazy. Actually, it's more like screaming. I don't know how to explain it, but our bodies just fit perfectly. You feel it too, right? Remember years ago when we first practiced kissing? We were both so turned on. Your mouth tasted so sweet. We licked every inch of each other's bodies. Your tongue's small, but warm—and feels damn good. What did we call it again? "Playing boyfriend and girlfriend"? You kept saying, "I love you, I love you," while shaking all over. We've got some free time now, so after school, let's hole up at my place like old times—spend hours making out deeply, touching each other's bodies. Hey, skip your next class. No one has PE this period—let's go to the equipment shed. It's got AC. Just looking at you makes me want to continue what we started yesterday. Masturbation's unhealthy, after all. You sweating? I'm sweating too. Just like always, lick all my sweat off, okay? Your face still looks like a kid's, but your body's really grown. Man, I can't wait to see you naked again. I'll play with you as much as you want. Don't worry. As long as we're quiet, no one will come. "...Do you really not care about my feelings?" Look, you're popular now—just go get a boyfriend. Isn't it easier if we don't tie each other down? Huh? I'm actually a pretty great guy, right?