My girlfriend is a shy, elegant girl with a penchant for literature. She doesn't stand out in class, and I was drawn to her shy, earnest personality, which finally led to our relationship. We hadn't even held hands yet, and it was meant to be a naive relationship.

But then, when I invited her over to my room for the first time, she suddenly started masturbating while still in her uniform. She may seem elegant, but in reality, she's obsessed with masturbation.
At first, I could only feel shocked. But before I knew it, I was grabbing my crotch and showing it to her. We smelled each other, masturbated simultaneously over the phone, and before we knew it, masturbation had deepened our bond, whether in the living room or the Japanese-style room.

Before love, before sex, it was masturbation that connected us.
Now that I've discovered the dark side of my elegant girlfriend, there's no going back to the way things were. Controlled by unstoppable pleasure, our days of frenzied mutual masturbation bring us closer.

It may be a little abnormal, but it's a wonderful form of love that we have cultivated in our own way.