Ever since childhood, I've had a crush on Risa, the girl next door. She was always kind, cheerful, and carried a pleasant fragrance. From her house, I'd sometimes hear moans of arousal, and catch glimpses of her riding men, wildly thrusting her hips—images far too adult for me to witness. These secret scenes became my daily obsession, fueling endless masturbation. But one morning, that lonely routine came to an end. Trembling with nervous excitement, I finally made up my mind to go to her house.