Leika is as stunning as she appears—far from an ordinary office worker, she radiates a delicate charm, like a fragile flower whose beauty might vanish at a single touch. When approached, she didn't react with disgust like most women; instead, she sincerely accepted the encounter. While others often seem to look down on such situations, she was different—there was no hesitation, she attentively stayed by my side. Though I couldn't justify it even to myself, my lust overpowered reason, leaving me no choice but to deceive her. As we talked, I found myself increasingly drawn to her innocence, my eyes irresistibly drawn to her sexy body. Unable to restrain myself, I forcefully touched her. To my surprise, her underwear was soaked. I never expected such a delicate girl to respond so intensely, but realizing she desired it made me strangely pleased. After that, my memory grows hazy—I was consumed by passion, relentlessly pursuing her body.