After work, during the slightly later hours, there was a girl I often saw in the park on the way home from the nearest station. She was dressed in jogging gear, a familiar presence in my everyday routine. I didn't know her personally, but I'd always been curious about her. Because she was exactly my type, a mischievous desire began to stir inside me. As reason and desire clashed, desire ultimately won. A female jogger who let her guard down within my territory. Every time I saw her in the bright light, her cuteness intensified, and she carried a pleasant scent mixed with a hint of sweat. That fragrance shook my heart to its core, completely shattering my self-control. In the end, I took her without a condom and came inside her. Please forgive me.