Half-dreaming, Naoki lies there trembling, her voice still lingering in the haze between sleep and waking. He pretends it's just a dream, but the hard truth presses against his thigh, betraying what he truly feels.

In his mind she’s there again, sweat-slick and radiant, taking another man deep inside. He tries to push it down, but the pleasure claws back.

With each night, the fantasy tightens its hold on him. Each glance at her curves stokes the forbidden images dancing behind his eyes.

Kenta’s frustration becomes a mirror, reflecting Naoki’s own hunger in ways that feel dangerously honest. It’s wrong, but the image won’t leave - it’s seductive in its cruelty.

He doesn’t know anymore if it’s a kink or madness; he only knows it consumes him. It’s a sickness he secretly cherishes, an arousal born of surrender and humiliation.

The animation makes every moan and thrust feel achingly close, as though you’re sharing his secret guilt. The question is no longer “will he stop”, but “how far can he go before nothing’s left”.

Either way, there’s no going back from the taste of forbidden pleasure.