CV: Yui Kusuhara
An erotic binaural drama about a grown man and a high school girl.
-----You're born, you work, you die.
The decades in between are tedium and waste.
And you enter and leave the world screaming,
as an infant, then as a corporate sl*ve.
Every day the same thought plagued me on the commuter train.
When I was a student I'd been ambitious.
Now I knew, that was nonsense.
The train was full of schoolgirls reading their textbooks,
not knowing the pointlessness of it.
Not knowing what I had decided.
Honestly, anyone would do.
Before I die, I want to feel young skin-----
I quietly surveyed the schoolgirls,
and quietly reached out for one.
It was an intolerable deed.
But she tolerated it.
Misora Honjo was her name.
She called me "mister". It was the start of our secret, silent affair.
This young girl and me, a man old enough to be her father.
Tracklist
1 Teach me how adults play
2 An impromptu date? Pretend groping on the train!?
3 In the dressing room......
Approximately 63 minutes
An erotic binaural drama about a grown man and a high school girl.
-----You're born, you work, you die.
The decades in between are tedium and waste.
And you enter and leave the world screaming,
as an infant, then as a corporate sl*ve.
Every day the same thought plagued me on the commuter train.
When I was a student I'd been ambitious.
Now I knew, that was nonsense.
The train was full of schoolgirls reading their textbooks,
not knowing the pointlessness of it.
Not knowing what I had decided.
Honestly, anyone would do.
Before I die, I want to feel young skin-----
I quietly surveyed the schoolgirls,
and quietly reached out for one.
It was an intolerable deed.
But she tolerated it.
Misora Honjo was her name.
She called me "mister". It was the start of our secret, silent affair.
This young girl and me, a man old enough to be her father.
Tracklist
1 Teach me how adults play
2 An impromptu date? Pretend groping on the train!?
3 In the dressing room......
Approximately 63 minutes
