At the local harbor's seawall, a timid girl sat alone, looking lifeless like a small bird. Wakachan, vulnerable and struggling with her art club at school. As usual, I cheer her up with silly, lighthearted jokes, gently coaxing her into smiling before leading her away—once again bringing her into the lust-filled house and leaving her abandoned in a dim, cluttered storage room. Tonight, dressing-up games and clumsy sexual training commence once more. The trembling girl, like a fragile bird, is as gentle and elusive as clouds drifting across the blue sky—a sweet, defenseless girl whose innocence continues to provoke intense sexual arousal.