Morning commute time. A middle-aged man who works as a company animal was heading to the office in a melancholy mood as usual, rocked by a bus crowded with old men filled with the smell of aging. "If only these guys were girls..." Suddenly, I remembered what happened the other day. A suspicious drug store that I stumbled upon in a back alley. 'A drug that embodies delusions' that I bought out of curiosity. "That's why..." The man takes out one pill and throws it into the mouth ... Then, before I knew it, the inside of the bus was not an old man, but a girl in uniform with a capi-capi. "I wonder if it's the effect of the drug..." The girl next door smiles at the skeptical man. I can't suppress my reason and reach for my skirt. "Touch me more," the girl said, and the girls around her looked at the man at the same time and said, "Me too." The man is convinced. This drug really makes your delusions a reality... And. The man who has come off the tag sees a girl in uniform on the street and puts into action what he has been delusional in his head. - Buried in the girls, entangled in her antelope-like legs, chewing on her buttocks, pressing her face against her cleavage, and rubbing her cheeks in all directions. This is a female student harem. There is no greater joy in this world. Is this really the case?