A stormy night when we warmed our wet bodies with our student who had become refugees home and we had sex with each other over and over again.

The sudden rain continued to fall violently with thunder, and transportation became paralyzed. The female student, who was left behind by the school, was unable to go home and was standing there, saying, "Shall we come to us for now?" He was supposed to be kind, but now that was an excuse. When we arrived at our house, the female student took off her wet uniform and sat on the stove in her underwear. The young, fresh, yet sensual smell of her wet and trembling from the cold filled my room, and before I knew it, I was holding her, and my skin was layering.