The sky painted in red stretched wide, the sunset hastening as time passed. From the office window, the yellow-tinted street trees looked incredibly beautiful. Gazing at the scene, I felt a quiet sense of nostalgia—this year was almost over. Then, I began preparing for the shoot. Normally, I’d head to the location carrying various tools: lotion, pink riders, rough ropes, candles—my usual habit. It was supposed to be preparation, ready for any sudden inspiration or request on site. But in truth, it was just an excuse. I never truly trusted my own skills. Back when I first started filming, I remember my penis wouldn’t get hard, and I panicked, not knowing what to do. That day, a colleague stepped in and took over for me. These days, I don’t have that problem anymore—but ever since then, a small doubt has lingered inside me. That’s why I always brought tools. Without them, I felt unbearable anxiety. But I knew I couldn’t keep going like this—real artistry would never come from fear. Frustrated and desperate for change, I made a decision: this time, I’d shoot with only a vibrator, nothing else. The girl I was about to film seemed to carry some kind of shadow. But her face was cute—that’s what I thought when I saw her profile sent from the company. Her expression was dark, but her breasts were big, their fullness obvious even through her clothes. Girls like her usually have pent-up desires. Always holding themselves back, they’re bound to be sexually starved, deeply erotic. Maybe, with a girl like her, even someone insecure like me could succeed. With that hope, I placed just one vibrator into my bag. If this shoot works, maybe I can finally regain my confidence. I want you to see for yourself—what kind of film was born from this moment.