I contacted Mari, the librarian I found on an enjo kōsai bulletin board, and bought her for the night to indulge in my desires at my home. Mari arrived soaked through from the rain, her modest appearance contrasting with her exquisite, drenched body. She looked at me with a suspicious expression that could be interpreted as contempt. It didn't matter, in fact, it excited me even more. The more she thought of me as a dirty old man, a perverted old man, the more my desires grew. I forcibly indulged in Mari's unwilling body. Then, the resisting Mari began to let out sweet breaths...
