At 25, I started living together with three 20-year-old delinquent girls. Each of them has large tattoos on their hips, and though they're cute-faced, they're total delinquents through and through. We share a spacious one-room apartment, and I can already sense that daily life here will likely lead to trouble. After showers, they flash me accidental panty shots, and often walk around topless before bed—constantly keeping me entertained. The fact that these girls are now showing interest in having sex with an unremarkable guy like me has left me increasingly flustered.