When I sent Lemon-chan, who was walking on a farm road with a sunset glow, to my house, I put her in a car and took her to my usual libido mansion. Apparently, she got into a fight with her BF from the same school, and from the beginning she was a little crybaby. I gently dressed her in the usual pure white one-piece dress that I would wear on my favorite doll, made her sit in the dim light, and touched her soft cheek for a moment... I already felt the tears on my fingers... When I look into her face at the desk lamp...I'm glaring at her with eyes like a rebellious brat... A sense of exhilaration, rather than guilt, crossed my entire body. [* There is some disturbance in the image and sound]
