Sachiko's pale face was smiling as she lay there inside the dimly lit room. What a holy thing uncorrupted virginity is, I thought. I had never slept with a virgin, a girl younger than myself. I'd marry her. I wanted once in my lifetime to know that great savage joy, no matter how immense the suffering that might ensue. I had always imagined that the beauty of virginity was nothing more than the sweet, sentimental illusion of stupid poets, but it really is alive and present in this world. We would get married. In the spring we'd go together on bicycles to see waterfalls framed in green leaves.
I made up my mind on the spot: it was a then-and-there decision, and I did not hesitate to steal the flower~
Sachiko screamed out in terror as the oaf jolted her from her sleep. Her clothes were violently ripped from her body. She started blankly in anticipation for what horrors awaited her. A uncharacteristically weak voice came from the man, "I love you Sachiko. What are you so afraid of? She meekly chirped back, "W-w-what do you think you're doing?" But the man wasn't listening, he had been unfastening his belt and removing his pants. To Sachiko's surprise, the man got down on his knees and began licking her from her feet up. When he reached her crotch, he again blurted out, "Are you enjoying yourself, S-sachiko, my darling?" From behind her fingers, Sachiko peered on, disgusted and afraid. "Come on, move your hands. It's your turn to make me feel good," said the man, getting up. Brushing her hands aside, the man shoved his smelly cock into Sachiko's untainted mouth.