When I entered a coffee shop to kill time, a young office worker-like woman was sitting alone in the seat across from me. A crisp suit, slender legs, and a relaxed expression. If you look casually, you can see a white triangular zone glimmering behind the short skirt. Even though I was panicked and shaken by the unexpected luck, I pretended to be calm and casually appreciated the inside of the skirt. The woman who sensed the obscene gaze began to be conscious of this more than necessary.
