My childhood friend, who went to the same school until we were young, sometimes comes over to complain about her boyfriend, and I comfort her. I'm just there when she needs kindness, convenient when she needs it. I just like her. Driven by alcohol, I want to push her down. Overflowing with desire, I want to make her mine, thrusting intensely over and over, having sex all night long to make my childhood friend mine! But... friendship between men and women doesn't exist! Because my childhood friend is a sexual object to me!