For an entire month, I had cut off time with her, tormented by guilt. But she smiled and said, "But... I'm happy..." Her words tightened my chest as I drove toward the hotel. The room already carried a thick atmosphere, and she rested her chin on my chest, passionately clinging to me, whispering, "It's been so long..." In that moment, we became one. Our skin flushed red, our love fluids entwined, and we moaned incoherently, "More... still... more..." Two years ago, when we first met in the lecture hall, she had never known orgasm—but now she clings to my hips, gazing at me with wet, longing eyes. Her youthful skin prickles with goosebumps, her full breasts and slender waist trembling uncontrollably as our passion continues, unbroken to this day.