I met a beautiful girl in front of Shinjuku To Yokozen, carrying a large trunk. If you ask me, she is what you would call a toyoko kid. She closely follows that radical and dangerous day. An old man covers her small body. A rich octopus kiss covered in drool. She accepts with an expression of ecstasy. Only then can you feel yourself...The man pours his dark desire onto his small body. Kozue is working hard to answer that question.