I have a strong fascination with women's underwear. Particularly middle-aged gyaru women, who own numerous flashy and bold-designed panties. Seeing thongs peeking from short skirts or discovering outrageous lingerie buried in piles of laundry triggers an uncontrollable impulse that shakes my soul. Drawn to their beauty, I'm overwhelmed by desires—to wear them on my head, to lick them, to smell them, to be completely enveloped by them. To fulfill these cravings, the longing to jerk off inside those panties grips my heart tightly.