A girl in a school swimsuit and white pantyhose sits in the corner, crouched in a duck pose. Her appearance captivates me, stirring emotions deep within. Inside her, a powerful vibrating egg continues to move quietly yet steadily. From beneath the plastic bag covering her face, ragged breathing escapes, tightening my chest with desire. I lose all reason, craving to see her struggle more intensely. Though I intended to stop, the little masochist cries, "My inside still itches," begging for more. So just one more time—I want to fulfill her longing.