It was a windy weekday afternoon. I arrived at our meeting place 15 minutes early, but she was already there. Yua, 20 years old, had just celebrated her adulthood last month. She attends vocational school while working at Owl Cafe. She's shy and introverted, but the simple smile she flashes is strangely charming. "Any room you like is fine," I said, and she stopped in front of the illuminated panel and smiled, a little embarrassed. Her fingers wandered in the air, unable to decide. It seemed like it had been a while since she'd been to a love hotel. The elevator was quiet. Standing next to each other, we felt awfully close. As we searched for words, the only thing that steadily increased in number was the floor number. As we got off the elevator, she let out a small sigh. "...I'm a little nervous," she said, laughing shyly. Her smile was softer than before. When we entered the room, she stopped near the entrance and looked around the room. She was restlessly adjusting the straps of her shoulder bag, and I could tell from her behavior that she was nervous. She was a plain, ordinary girl. That's what I had thought, but I was pleasantly surprised. The moment I saw her large breasts, which were not visible through her clothes, I couldn't control my urges.