EBOD-134 A woman's body is chosen by its obscene waistline. Seto Mizuhō.

That day was definitely a record-breaking snowstorm. In the cold, you rushed to my side because I was bedridden with a high fever. Then we had sex. Unable to move due to illness, all I could do was lie there, but your gentle caresses, lewd expressions, sweet kisses, warmth of your swollen breasts, deep-throating me, and vigorous hip movements—though it surprised me at first, it felt so good that I regained my energy. Our hot sex may not be recorded anywhere, but it will never fade from my memory. When this snow melts, come with me to my hometown…