In the dimly lit room, the cold light emanating from the monitor illuminated the man's face. An anonymous disc dropped into his mailbox. The footage contained within showed a woman with a heavily mosaiced face being ruthlessly toyed with by strange men. However, the flushed porcelain skin drenched in sweat, the shape of the violently shaking voluptuous breasts, and the curves of her thighs spreading powerlessly after futile resistance cruelly resembled his childhood friend, Sakuragi Otome, whom he secretly loved.
With every new disc that arrived, the humiliation on the screen grew more intense, and simultaneously, the mosaic covering her face peeled away like thin skin. Raw, wet sounds and sweet, muddy moans echoed from the speakers. As her perfectly arranged features, which he knew so well, became clearly visible through her disheveled hair in sync with the fierce thrusting, an undeniable and violently intense arousal swelled in his lower half alongside a heart-rending despair.
And finally, the last video, completely devoid of censorship, was played. There was not a single trace of the noble, pure childhood friend he loved; instead, the screen was filled entirely with the face of a complete beast, driven mad by the pleasure given to her, sloppily sticking her tongue out and begging for white fluids. Unable to even tear his eyes away from the screen anymore, the man felt a maddening pleasure watching the woman he loved being thoroughly defiled and remade into a meat receptacle, completely sinking into a swamp of absolute immorality.