Normally, I live an ordinary life as a salaryman, spending each day bowing my head to superiors at work, dealing with disrespectful youth outside, and fawning over clients. To escape this monotonous reality, I attend photo shoots every weekend. Captivated by the charm of cosplayers I meet there, I photograph them, hang the pictures in my room, and find happiness in just that. But one summer day, a new light entered my world. The sun shone fiercely, the sky stretched endlessly blue. At the event, I noticed someone who stood apart from the other cosplayers—a girl dressed as Sailor Moon with perfectly fitting twintails, radiating an aura that drew attention yet kept people at a distance. As I finally pushed through the crowd and approached her, a powerful shock surged through me. Drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, I caught her gentle smile as she offered me her handkerchief. From that moment, our bond slowly deepened. We exchanged emails, I requested private photo sessions, and we went on dates together. Today marks one year since we met. To celebrate this special day, I booked a hotel with a view of the night skyline and enjoyed our usual photo shoot. Once inside the room, I had her change into my favorite gym uniform. The instant she finished changing, my heart melted. Before I realized it, I was kissing her. Her eyes welled with tears as she whispered faintly, "No... stop..." Pretending not to hear, I reached for her chest. Her body grew hot, letting out soft moans—"Ah... Nn..."—as she reached out too, touching me. Seeing her lewd expression, something I'd never witnessed before, I realized how insignificant my past happiness had been. In that moment, I decided to take a step into her world.