"Why do our eyes always meet?" I couldn't hide my shock at the sudden words of the married woman who lives in the room opposite. Every time my eyes met with her, covered in sweat as she exercised and bounced her large breasts, my naughty fantasies grew. Whether she knew of my ulterior motives or not, she skillfully pounced on me. In the afternoon when no one was around, there was no way that I, with little experience with women, could take the initiative, so I let her do as she told me, controlling both my body and Kokoro...