IRI

Synopsis

An older man has captured an exceptionally high-spec woman.

Her parents are wealthy, she attended an elite escalator-system school that everyone knows from childhood, has a cute face, and an excellent figure.

It’s a mystery why such a woman would apply to this middle-aged man’s obscure photo shoot, but perhaps even those blessed with seemingly perfect conditions carry hidden struggles that only they understand.

That’s precisely the opening one exploits. Even the most perfect people have moments of weakness where they fall.

This older man is a demon who never misses such opportunities.

While society views him as pure evil—the lowest existence—to depraved men who get excited by others’ misfortune, he’s almost godlike.

One truly hopes he gets caught soon, but there’s no sign of that happening.

This woman clearly lived in a world completely separate from ours.

We certainly inhabit different worlds. She probably never set foot in Matsuya or Hidakaya—our territory. While wealthy and poor children sometimes attend the same public schools in their youth, this woman was raised in an elite escalator-system academy, never mixing with the lower classes. She’s purely cultivated, completely sterile.

Watching such a woman get destroyed by us older men is genuinely thrilling.

Why can she be dragged down without hesitation to our level, when normally she’d be completely out of reach? I occasionally visit Ginza department stores to smell and visually devour overwhelmingly high-spec women, but that’s all I can manage.

We talk about class disparity and social disconnection, but I somewhat respect this older man for effortlessly crossing and demolishing such walls.

Regardless, how beautifully proportioned is this woman’s body?

‘Well-balanced’ is a phrase often used, but such perfect symmetry is truly rare.

Moreover, her good upbringing seems reflected in her personality too.

Cute, great figure, wealthy, highly educated, good personality—she has everything.

Treating such a perfect woman like a mere sex toy.

It’s like using a ten-thousand-yen note to blow your nose.

What a luxurious moment, recorded and shared as video in this wonderfully convenient world.

Despite wanting as many people as possible to see this footage…