From the gap in the changing room curtain, I catch a glimpse of a girl. Her white skin sears into my eyes—the moment her bra strap slips, her panties digging in, the line of her back when she bends forward, the way her breasts jiggle, the soft part visible at the edge of her panties… everything is strictly "don't look." My heart pounds, my head heats up, it's dangerous.
The girls, never imagining they're being peeped at, have no idea at all. They don't know that right now, they're being stared at hard by me. Only I know that fact. This secret is my exclusive privilege, and it gives me a huge sense of superiority.
I want to capture this moment. My reason flies out the window, my mind goes blank, and I feel incredibly happy. This is my ultimate pleasure, second to none. So I want to make this moment mine—hypnotize them in their sleep and turn them into my personal dolls.