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If you say "Seriously," it will seem like you've listened to most of what's being said. "The other day, a slut came to my part-time job!" "Seriously." "Risa, I can see not only your panties but your pussy through the gap in your shorts." "Seriously" is such a convenient phrase. I go to the cafeteria alone for lunch, gobble down the cheapest omakase donburi, walk past some popular people nearby talking about their snowboarding trips, and then go to class alone. Ugh! Boring! I can't be bothered to get a boyfriend, and my hobby is just shopping to change my mood. But honestly, it doesn't matter. I don't think my figure is bad, even though I say so myself. I often get scouted as a model, and I think my breasts are pretty big for a thin girl. When I see fat, dirty girls around here, I get sick of my pants, but I don't care. I can't even moan out loud, and it's kind of embarrassing. I don't really like talking in the first place. In fact, even making a sound is a hassle. Actually, I don't really want to talk about why I decided to do this shoot, and it doesn't really matter if I tell you the details of how I felt, right? In a word, I'm desperate. I wish he'd stop asking me things like "Do you like it rough?" while fingering me so hard, or "Does it feel good?" while he puts it in. I have my eyes closed, concentrating, feeling it, so I don't want him to talk to me all the time. I don't want to change positions that much either... well, it can't be helped since it's a shoot. I've never cum during sex. Actually, I was a little hopeful that I'd cum during this shoot. I didn't like being told to put my hand here, face the camera, and all that, but when I did as I was told, it started to feel a little good...