People judge others by appearances. Back then, delinquents were seen as villains, gyaru girls as stupid—I lived believing that too. I only encountered them when they bullied me; otherwise, I had no interest. I never knew their true selves, nor did I feel the need to. I judged by looks just like everyone else. Gyaru girls must be dumb—it's obvious. Sure, sometimes one speaks intelligently, but that's only because expectations are so low; it's nothing special. I can't stand how "kind" delinquents are praised. That's why I despised older men—yet secretly rooted for them when they utterly destroyed gyaru girls or delinquents. This time, the target is a gyaru. She picks up takeout gyudon and eats it alone in a park. For a moment, I think she might actually be a decent girl—but I quickly snap back, returning to my usual stance of supporting the older man. Her face is cute. And into her gyudon, XXX is secretly mixed. After that, it's the usual sequence. I feel a sense of satisfaction, yet a faint doubt lingers. Maybe she's actually a good person... Her body, now broken and twisted, is treated like a ragdoll, used like a fleshlight. This kind of thing shouldn't be allowed in a civilized country like Japan. Kukekekekekeke. Inside me, justice and evil wage war. And evil wins—just barely. I hate myself for it, yet comfort myself with the thought that I'm only human. Maybe you feel the same. Part of me wants as many people as possible to see this video—yet at the same time, I know spreading it will inevitably lead to trouble, so please, don't share it widely. I'm begging you. Let's keep it secret—just share it quietly.