Murakami, oh Murakami, my beloved Murakami. Let me ravage your body to pieces. Hahahahaha!!!!! Every time I see the student Yuka Murakami, a melody about her plays in my head. Murakami, being in your teens is the best, right? Your teens are the springtime of your teens. A ripened body. Large, pink areolas spreading wide. A swimsuit that only students can wear. Everything is precious, being in your teens. Yuka Murakami, it's you alone. The woman who made me, an honest teacher, into a criminal is. You alone.
