Through the gap in the changing room curtain, I catch a glimpse of a girl's figure. White skin, a bra strap slipping out of place, panties digging in, the line of her back as she bends forward, her breasts bouncing softly, a tender spot peeking out from the edge of her panties—all of it is the kind of stuff you're "not supposed to see," so my heart pounds, my head heats up, and I'm in a dangerous state. The girls, never imagining they're being peeped at, are completely unaware. Right now, the fact that they're being stared at hard by me—only I know that, and it gives me this incredible sense of superiority. This secret feels like my exclusive privilege, and it's fucking amazing. Just a moment is enough, that one moment. My reason flies out the window, my mind goes blank, and I'm overwhelmed with happiness. This is my unbeatable, ultimate pleasure. So I want to capture this moment, make it mine, and turn them into my own personal dolls through sleep assault.