That night, were you returning from watching the fireworks? I followed you at a slight distance as you stepped out of Edogawabashi Station, still dressed in your yukata, walking toward Mejiro-dori Avenue. Your skin was pale and supple, and your figure stirred something deep within me. The scent you carried wasn't artificial—it was a unique fragrance only I could perceive, distinctly yours. Even now, I remember how the soft curve of your hips beneath your sash sent an electric jolt straight through my lower body. Finally, we're alone together like this. Now is the time to break the chains of your shame and explore the new intimacy blossoming between us.