At the tender age of seventeen, as the saying goes, first loves rarely work out.
Hazel Hoover’s first love was no exception; it ended in failure.
“Hi, Hazel. How have you been?”
When she reunited with her first love as if by fate, she allowed herself a brief moment of hope.
Could it be that her first love might come true after all?
“…What are you doing right now?”
“What does it look like? I’m pleasuring myself. Why, do you want to help?”
But no, what on earth was this?
The first love she cherished as a beautiful piece of her youth turned out to be a pervert.
And not just a pervert—a pervert committing indecent acts in public!
No, no, I must have seen it wrong.
Even if I didn’t, shouldn’t I respect his preferences?
After all, I’m a mature adult now.
“Wait, are you seriously asking me to step on you?”
“Yeah.”
“…Why?”
“Because it’s exciting.”
No, I can’t respect this. Enoch, you weren’t like this before.
Please, give me back my first love!
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