That day, meeting you at the Jizo-dori summer festival felt like a dream—an unforgettable memory etched in my heart. The paper lanterns lit up the night sky, spreading a soft glow, and in that light, your red lips shone beautifully like crimson lotus blossoms, while your translucent pale skin sparkled as if bathed in moonlight. Under the humid night air, beads of sweat glistened at your cleavage, a sight so breathtaking it stirred my soul. Yet, strangely, your large eyes seemed moist, shimmering in the flickering lantern light. Today, it's just you and me. Let me gently wipe every inch of your skin. Before droplets spill from the crimson lotus, let my fluids slowly mingle with yours.