● My childhood friend who used to go to school with me sometimes comes to my house and complains about my boyfriend, and I comfort him. I come only when I want kindness, and I am the one who is sought after only when it is convenient for me. I just like her. He is knocked down by the force of his drink. With her overflowing feelings, I want to make her my property, but I want to poke her too hard and repeatedly, have sex many times all night long, and make her childhood friend my own! But.... Friendships between men and women do not exist! Because my childhood friend is a sexual object for me!
