"Seriously," I say, and it somehow makes it seem like I'm listening to the conversation. The other day, I ran into Jiro○mo at my part-time job. "Seriously," "Risa, your panties—and even your pussy—are showing through your shorts," "Seriously"—such convenient words. During lunch, I eat the cheapest set meal at the campus cafeteria all by myself, stylishly, while passing by a group of socially active students chatting about their snowboarding trip. I attend classes alone too. Ugh! So boring! Getting a boyfriend sounds like too much trouble, so shopping for fun has become my hobby. But honestly, nothing really matters. I don't mean to brag, but I think I've got a decent figure—scouts often approach me for modeling. My breasts are pretty big, considering how slim I am. When I see some fat, gross girl around, I almost puke, but whatever, not like it matters. Moaning loudly during sex feels kind of embarrassing, and I don't really like it. I don't enjoy talking much. Actually, making any sound at all feels like a hassle. The reason I decided to do this shoot? Well, I don't really want to talk about it in detail—my exact feelings aren't important. In one word: reckless abandon. Please don't ask me things like "Do you like it rough?" or "Does it feel good?" while giving me intense, sloppy handjobs. I'm trying to focus with my eyes closed, and being talked to constantly is kind of annoying. I don't really want to switch positions much either. Well, I guess it's unavoidable since it's a shoot. I've never actually had an orgasm during sex, but I kind of hoped I might finally come during this filming. They kept telling me where to put my hands, how to angle the camera—following their instructions, I started feeling a little turned on...