- My childhood friend, who was with me until school, sometimes comes to my house to complain about my boyfriend, and I comfort him. I'm the one who comes only when I want kindness and is sought after only when it's convenient. I just like her. The momentum of alcohol pushes it down. - I want to make her a thing with overflowing thoughts, but I want to thrust her too hard many times, have sex many times throughout the night, and make my childhood friend my own! But... There is no such thing as a friendship between a man and a woman! Because my childhood friend is a sexual object for me!