Amane’s got legs for days, a body sculpted by sprinting, but her man? Dude’s moving slower than a sloth. A kiss here, a cuddle there, girl’s about to spontaneously combust. Every time she finishes training, her adrenaline’s sky-high. So what’s a pent-up track star to do? Every night, Amane’s solo sessions get more intense than a final lap at the Olympics. Little does she know, her creepy landlord’s been filming her. One day, he drops the bomb. Amane’s first reaction? “Eh?” But the plot, her body’s got opinions. And those opinions sound a lot like “Girl… you might hate him, but your hormones don’t.” At first, every touch feels like a guilt towards her bf. But then… it, why does his gross, wrinkly hand know exactly where to go? She’s caught in the ultimate “hate it but crave it” spiral, like eating junk food at 3 AM. The shame is real.
The Big Question: Is She Trapped… Or Just Hooked?
Amane tells herself she’s just doing this because of the ‘pent up’, but her body’s singing every time Creepy Landlord shows up.