My boyfriend is a masked rider. A secret boyfriend I can't tell anyone about. I had a crush on him for so long, and finally we're dating. But he always chases after me, sometimes appearing on a Suzuki bike, passing right through my body. During the day, he's quiet and reserved, completely in black, but at night he transforms into Black RX, becoming passionate and wild like a completely different person. At night, he's so incredibly attractive that my heart races. His glossy black body and dazzling, shining eyes completely possess my heart, paralyzing me like I'm frozen in place. When he stares at me with those eyes, I can't think of anything else—I just surrender my body to him, and together we leap around like grasshoppers. Those nights are truly blissful. He's popular, so he might be involved with other women, but since I love him, I don't care. There's just one thing that bothers me—I wish he'd switch from riding a Suzuki to a Honda. But that's probably just part of his style, and since I love him, it's not something I should worry about.