She was shy and her timid, fidgety demeanor made her incredibly attractive. At 18, she moved into a nearby girls' dormitory to attend vocational school. The dorm was strictly off-limits to men—though friends sometimes brought boyfriends around, it had always felt like a world apart from her. But in the spring of her 19th year, fate intervened. Invited by a friend to a cherry blossom viewing, she instantly hit it off with a guy there. After the party ended, he ended up spending the night in her room. They weren't sleepy yet, just lounging around under the covers, when suddenly he kissed her. Shocked and flustered, her mind went completely blank—this was her first kiss. After that, whenever he came to visit from his hometown, he always came straight to her room. Since boys were banned from the dorm, he snuck in through the window or climbed over the roof, going to great lengths just to see her, which made her heart swell with happiness. At first, she resisted letting things go further physically, but after about a month and a half, she finally opened up. It was her first time doing anything like this—she couldn't believe she was actually undressing in front of someone, but with him, she felt safe. On the day of her first time, however, the condom he brought got torn by his fingernail when he tried to take it out of the wrapper, rendering it useless. He looked utterly disappointed. That night, she comforted him and they ended up sleeping without doing anything. The next day, when he invited her again, she asked, "Do you have a condom?" To her surprise, he pulled one out. When she asked where it came from, he explained it was a story unique to girls' dorms—he'd been at a friend's place, and her boyfriend had given it to him, even cheering him on with a "Good luck!" She was a little taken aback by the story, but found his earnestness endearing. The second time, the condom didn't break, and things progressed smoothly—but the pain was unbearable. It felt like a giant radish being shoved up her nose, an intense agony that made it impossible to finish. She kept saying "I'm okay," trying to endure it, but he replied, "You're making such a painful face—how am I supposed to believe you?" Pushing through that pain, it wasn't until the third time that they finally completed the act. Now, what kind of sex will this girl show us today? Let's try using some lotion.