When I was a football club in college, it was always the norm to support my senior Takashi and Mrs. Mahjon whenever there was an international match on TV. I was not happy to be able to spend time with Mr. Mahjong, who had been everyone's madonna since college. One day, Mr. Mahjong, who was drunk, kissed Mr. Sleeping Scarecrow sideways. When I was mounted by Mr. Mahjong, who was approaching me, I couldn't speak out... i couldn't move myself... as it was, my hips were shaking hard.