The night before my wedding, my childhood sweetheart suddenly called me over, saying, "In the end, I'll make sure you can't forget me." His lips met mine, and memories of the past lingered, his emotions continuing until sunrise. (Spring Sun and Budding Flowers DVAJ-680)

The night before the wedding, I reunited with my childhood friend, Moka. It was the first time she'd contacted me in years. Moka was much more beautiful than I remembered; thinking of her, the woman I once loved, my heart pounded. "I want to spend more time with you… is that alright?" At Moka's house, our lips and tongues intertwined, and although we knew it wasn't right, excitement and pleasure welled up within us. As if to bring back the past, he thrust his penis into Moka and ejaculated as much as possible, but neither of us was satisfied. "I haven't cheated tonight…" I succumbed to the devil's whispers and drowned.