Narumi, who usually carries herself with a poised and dignified air, stands alone on a hilltop where no one is around, surrendering to the rhythm like a child, tracing an arc. The hem of her skirt spreads softly. Spinning around, and once more. The moment she casually lifts her skirt and reveals her voluptuous behind, she returns to being an adult again. A sweet presence carried in by the setting sun.

Narumi in an oversized tank top and hot pants. As she climbs the stairs, her butt occasionally peeks out from her shorts. Along the way, she pulls down her zipper, making your heart race. The day has only just begun...

Narumi takes a shower while still clothed. The T-shirt clings to her translucent skin. She shows no sign of disliking it, continuing to bathe in the water as if enjoying it. Water droplets rush down the curves of her peach-shaped buttocks, drip between her legs, and then slowly trace along her skin.

In the spacious living room of the Western-style mansion, Narumi wears a negligee, idling away the time with nothing to do. She covers her breasts with her small hands. On closer inspection, her bra has disappeared. Her captivating décolletage swallows even the light from the window. Her beautiful neckline commands your gaze.

Narumi peeks her face through the white curtains of the balcony with a beaming smile. She won't tell you what she's plotting. Wrapped in pure white lingerie, she crawls into your bed, occasionally flashing her T-back panties.

Light streams through the gaps in the shoji screen, falling across Narumi's cheeks. In the shadowed space, she slowly removes her shorts. She strokes her voluptuous, dynamic bottom with her hands. She strokes slowly, as if confirming your presence.

A quiet morning. Narumi is in her underwear, wrapped in a futon. You hear her "good morning" from beside the pillow. She is the only one in your sight. Her large butt, the swell of her lower abdomen, her huggable waist, and yet a slender curve. Everyone falls captive to her.

In the twilight, Narumi quietly undresses in front of the wall of an old, deserted house, away from prying eyes. Then she heads toward the shore. Her skin, clad in a bikini as she faces the evening sky, is bathed in the gradient of dusk. As if bidding farewell to the day, Narumi gazes endlessly at the setting sun.