When I first met Ajari, I was jealous. She was a girl who looked like an animated character from inside the screen. A big cat with a grim smile, crispy buttocks and big breasts on fine skin. The word transistor glamor fits well. She is shrugged around by the little devil who uses S and M with a different expression. She likes penis, and one day she looks at me with a lizard in her face, one day she sticks to my body so it's sweet and frightening, and one day she has a discarded puppy-like crying face that makes her look like an acquaintance. I can't find many women in Iikarada with such a skewer.