Until now, I've lived a serious, straight-laced life, always worrying about what others think. But ever since being nominated for the Miss Contest, I've started gaining confidence. I've dyed my hair and begun dressing more stylishly. To stay slim, maintain my figure, and prevent swelling, I even banned alcohol. I was so serious that I ended up living like a nun without even realizing it. But today, the day of the Miss Contest Grand Prix, is a special day where all my suppressed desires are finally unleashed. Slightly tipsy on celebratory wine, glass in hand, I'm going wild with sex. Am I just full of pent-up frustration? Or is it the alcohol? Either way, I'm more sensitive and cuter than ever. Moaning that the deep inside feels so good, I spread my legs wide and grind my hips. With a desperate, focused expression, I do yoga poses, eagerly devouring his rock-hard cock. We crave each other like wild animals—no point being shy now! Saying hydration is important, I take a sip of alcohol to catch my breath, then immediately go back to nonstop sex. It feels amazing, endlessly. Cowgirl, doggystyle, missionary, and more—on the sofa, on the bed, in the bathroom, we fuck each other relentlessly, giving it our all.