Stand by · pulling the latest frames
Stand by · pulling the latest frames


In the hospital room at midnight, an inorganic white curtain opens and my angel comes out ... "Nurse call, what's wrong?" ... but I can't stand it anymore. Fingers touched every time blood is collected, injected, or drip, thighs spilling from neat nurse clothes ... I can't do it anymore. I have a grudge against myself who was wandering alone in the middle of the night!
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Chiharu Miyazawa
2003