Just before the last train, I went against the flow of people into the depths of a bustling street.
In an alleyway with no one around, even in the heart of the city, there was a woman crouching.
As I approached and spoke to her, she still had an air of innocence about her.
When I talked to her, she said, "I was drinking with someone… I was, why…
」It looks like she's about to burst into tears.
Upon further questioning, it seems not only is her memory gone but her wallet is also missing, and now she can't move at all.
She must be family-oriented at heart because despite this situation, she's still worried about her young little brother.
As I listened to the story, my mind was filled with thoughts of this woman's breasts, her occasional hourglass figure, and her underwear. Suppressing my boiling excitement, I carried the woman into the house. The woman fell asleep before reaching the bed, softly snoring.
I reached out slowly, careful not to wake her up, towards that taut young body…
