Inside the historic student council room of a prestigious academy. The usually innocent and bubbly, well-endowed secretary is reduced to a plaything for men of power after school. To secure absolute future connections and resources, she has become the sacrifice for the academy's traditional "secret serving duty." Her bursting twin peaks, wrapped in a well-tailored uniform, are cruelly kneaded by the vulgar hands of older men, and her porcelain-soft skin flushes a deep cherry pink with the heat of shame and humiliation.
Just behind the corridors where ordinary students pass by chatting, or in supposedly empty classrooms. In every sacred place of the academy, traces of the sweet bodily fluids squeezed from her voluptuous body and the white opacity scattered by the men are left behind. Her uniform disheveled, forced to open her thighs with teary eyes, the innocent light vanishes from her gaze. Unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure and sense of immorality, her eyes begin to harbor only a sloppily melted passion.