At the end of summer, as the sweltering heat made my body feel sluggish and heavy, I kept walking aimlessly, drained of energy. Then, suddenly, an oasis appeared before my eyes—an almost divine presence that instantly healed my weariness. I named her "Goddess," and the moment we met, all my fatigue vanished completely. Feeling deeply invigorated by her, I spontaneously developed a sense of mission: I had to energize her in return. Driven by this growing urge, I lost track of where I was going. The only thing I could think was that the only way to truly uplift her was through my son. Compelled by this thought, I approached her and started talking. At first, she seemed reluctant, but after sharing coffee and conversation, she gradually opened up and eventually agreed to accompany me to a hotel. From that point on, I focused entirely on using my son to bring her pleasure and restore her spirit. I touched her body, intent on unlocking her deepest sensations. Before I knew it, she was gazing up at me with a look of complete satisfaction. Finally, I had succeeded in giving her the energy she needed.