In the first-person perspective (boyfriend's perspective), a female brat with sharp eyes and a provocative mischievous smile is sitting in my seat. Her clothes are in a mess, her cheeks are deep red, and her body is slightly trembling. She wants to glare at you but can't help but half-close her eyes, bite her lip to hold back the moan, rub her legs together, sweat is oozing from her skin, and she is muttering "humph". But every time you get closer, Her body would involuntarily lean towards you. The dim room, the messy bed sheets, the tense and intimate atmosphere, the pencil sketch style, the delicate shading, and the erosive sense of power tugs.