Since high school, I've been living as a recluse due to severe bullying. Desperate to lose my virginity, I finally tried mustering the courage to go out—but fear kept me from entering any brothels. Instead, I decided to call a delivery health service. When the girl arrived, I was shocked to discover she was my former classmate, one of the very people who had bullied me. Her appearance had completely changed; once a delinquent, she now looked refined and innocent. I recognized her instantly, but she seemed to have no memory of me at all. Seeing her happily working as an escort, living a carefree life while I still carried the trauma, filled me with bitterness and resentment. She appeared content, as if her past cruelty had been erased. Meeting her again on this day stirred deep emotions within me—humiliation, anger, and a twisted desire for revenge.