SMKCX-015 Complete coma - 4 people - Chef wanted (1●) / Baseball club manager (18) / Huge breasts Hcup student council (1●) / 164cm private cram school student (1●) / All creampies Sleepwalking seconds

I can't see the old man anymore. He's spending the rest of his life in an octagonal multi-tenant building. I don't understand why anyone would buy a souvenir from such a shitty old man. However, neither I nor the old man have any involvement in the data sent to me at the end of the month. I don't understand anymore. What on earth is this? If you're just teasing me, I'm really scared, so please stop. I really beg you. [2008 crop, chef wanted (1●)] [weak baseball club manager (18)] [student council officer with big breasts] [slender figure, private cram school student] "It's my favorite season of the year. The wind and everything feels so good." Hello, old man. I think you've lost a little weight since I last saw you. I play shoegaze music and drive my car. The floating feeling is exactly the same as when I'm doing that. It's like 'fu...'. I've been talking in abstract words for a long time. It seems like I'm finally getting better. I never dreamed it would happen so soon. I was certain. The eyes of a cheerful old man following intently at his target. His school uniform fluttering against his thin body. The warmth and sweet scent of milk that was beyond my imagination the moment we touched. A checked skirt cinched tightly around the waist. These days, I was casually crossing the line that should not be crossed.