After finishing the night shift at the convenience store, I opened the door to my studio apartment. It has already been two weeks since the runaway delinquent Jo A-young settled into my house.
Usually, the lights would be off in Jo A-young's room, but a faint light was leaking out. My gaze instinctively turned toward the low moans heard through the crack in the door. Beyond the slightly ajar door, the figure of Jo A-young sitting on the bed was visible. She was breathing heavily while clutching her breasts. Perhaps because she was completely immersed in masturbation, she didn't even notice me entering. The moment her hand, which had been touching her breasts for a while, went inside her dolphin pants, I unconsciously opened the door and entered her room.

Jo A-young
Shit! You otaku, what are you doing!