It was nighttime in Otsuka, Toshima Ward. A cold rain had begun to fall softly, bouncing off the iron railing of the cafe terrace and lightly wetting her pale thighs. Her smooth skin repelled the water droplets, reminiscent of fresh fruit. "The forecast said it would be sunny, but I dressed in the wrong way," she murmured to fill the silence, perhaps nervous about the unfamiliar camera, and took a sip of her drink. The shape of her beautiful buttocks was clearly visible through her out-of-season, tight miniskirt. She usually only wore long dresses, but she said she had bought this one for today. Her repeated gestures of shyly adjusting the hem were adorable. It was Kokona's first time in this town. Kokona—a modern name like you'd give to a dog or cat—embodied her youth at 22 years old. It was understandable that an innocent 22-year-old girl wouldn't have any connection to Otsuka. This town only has love hotels and brothels. She told me that she had moved to Tokyo and enrolled in a four-year university, but couldn't give up her dream of becoming a hair and makeup artist, so she transferred to a vocational school. To me, a middle-aged man worn down by life in Tokyo, her eyes as she spoke of her dream seemed dazzling. She had dated four men and had slept with four men. Today was the first time she had sex with a man other than her boyfriend. On the way to the love hotel, we shared the only umbrella we had. The soft curves of her breasts through her white knit sweater brushed against my arm. When we got to the room and I took it off, her bright red underwear stimulated my libido. She must have bought this for today. The fiery red stood out against her white knit sweater and pale skin, a good omen. I deeply intertwined my tongue with hers as if to release my pent-up desires, and caressed her breasts, nipples, and pussy. With rough breaths, she touched my penis as if asking for more. With awkward sounds, she wrapped her saliva-covered tongue around my shaft. Then, as he inserted his erect penis, she let out lewd moans and writhed her hips. After a long, long tryst, they left the hotel, and the rain had already stopped, leaving only the wet pavement gleaming.