Hokkaido, Amateur, Female/Male, Mini 0.5, Adult 1.5, PETS-068

At the ends of the earth, please fall in love with me, cloaked in the skin of a young girl… overflowing sighs and northern sentiments. The frozen, biting winds of the northern land. In this silvery-white world that conceals all human sin and loneliness, I met "him"… no, "her". Dressed in fashionable clothes, standing forlornly on a street corner, at first glance, she seemed like any other pitiful girl you'd see anywhere. Yet, deep within those pupils resided a profound loneliness as vast as the plains, and a wavering, uneasy self. Escaping the hustle and bustle of the city, I stumbled upon this remote place, never expecting to encounter such a "rare" existence. The god of fate is sometimes cruel, and sometimes it plays such sweet tricks. That day, "she" was in a good mood, like a rare warm spring day in the northern sky. Her unstable mental fluctuations subsided like a calm sea due to a long-lost sense of joy. In the secluded room of the hotel, in the warm, steamy air, I treated "her" with the tenderness and love of a girl. After she undressed, her undeniable boyish body was revealed. Yet, her cheeks flushed with shame, her trembling eyelashes, and the delicate, yearning fingertips were more alluring and beautiful than any woman's. The heat of our intertwined skin was the only proof that we were alive at that moment. She writhed under the impact of penetration, her guttural sounds pleading for love. Swinging on the boundary of gender, swallowed by a vortex of pleasure, her hot breath robbed me of reason. This transcended mere intercourse; it was more like a ritual of soul redemption. The joy of being treated like a girl clashed with my masculine instincts, ultimately merging into an extreme of transgression. "Although I don't intend to continue like this, it seems I can't graduate anytime soon..." Afterwards, in a state of exhaustion, she uttered these words, a mixture of hope for the future and despair for the present. We had merely shared a fleeting dream. When this snow melts, the warmth, the memory of our skin touching, will be blown away by the north wind. Perhaps we will never meet again. That's why this "embrace at the end of the world," like the permafrost that will never melt, is deeply etched in my heart.