Tsumugi, defenselessly wearing her oversized hoodie in a room. Playfully roughhousing on the bed, your face suddenly draw close. Your gaze intertwines, and time stands still. That tiny distance between you squeezes tight deep within the chest.

Tsumugi walks along a somehow nostalgic narrow lane in a town with a fishing harbor. Her long skirt sways in the wind. Bathed in sunlight, her I-cup breasts come alive. A brisk breeze carrying the scent of the sea blows through, letting her hair flow softly. The sweet lingering fragrance drifts over and gently brushes against me.

Tsumugi, clad in a bodysuit, reclines languidly on a bed bathed in the light of early afternoon. Her supple figure, honed through ballet, traces soft curves as it speaks to the viewer. Her gaze draws close, as if she were about to share a secret.

Sunset at the pier. Tsumugi sits on a tetrapod in her red camisole dress, surrendering herself to the sea breeze. The hem of her dress sways unexpectedly, her absolute territory peeking in and out of view.

At the hot spring, a strapless bra boldly frees her décolletage, and your gaze is naturally drawn to Tsumugi's curves. Wet hair clings to her skin, her expression carrying a somewhat mischievous allure. There stands Tsumugi, hailed as "the ultimate supreme body of the Reiwa era."

In this scene, Tsumugi is dressed in an outfit reminiscent of a secretary, exuding an embracing warmth that seems ready to accept your every wish. The black bikini accentuates her gentle body lines, and simply gazing at her is enough to make one's composure come undone.

A balcony overlooking the sea. Just seeing Tsumugi standing in that place, cut off from everyday life, makes my heart beat a little faster. The light of dusk casts beautiful shadows across Tsumugi's exquisitely sculpted body. She turns around, and there's something sweet in her gaze.

Your gaze slides as if drawn irresistibly to Tsumugi's exposed nape, revealed by her yukata. Through the soft gap in her yukata, the bare skin of her inner thigh peeks out. Her fingertips trail along her own thigh—she no longer has any intention of hiding anything.

On the sun-dappled beach, Tsumugi breaks into an innocent smile as she splashes water at you. She wears a daring high-leg swimsuit with a somewhat bondage-inspired look. The vertical split of her neckline naturally draws the gaze down into her cleavage, making it impossible to look away from her dazzling presence.

Even though she's just wandering around the neighborhood, Tsumugi is wearing a cropped T-shirt with no bra. As she acts innocently while flashing the undersides of her breasts, it's you who ends up feeling flustered. Every time she stretches up on her tiptoes, you find yourself not knowing where to look.

Tsumugi stands on the pier, draped in a mesh dress. The bikini hidden beneath peeks through faintly, and in the gently unraveling flow of time, your silhouettes quietly merge as they dissolve into the setting sun.

Soft light filtered through the shoji screens into the Japanese-style room, bare of anything superfluous. Tsumugi slowly hooks her fingers under her waist cord, and with a hesitant gesture, the fabric comes undone. In the next moment, the curves that are set free come into full view.

On the sun-dappled beach, Tsumugi breaks into an innocent smile as she splashes water at you. She wears a daring high-leg swimsuit with a somewhat bondage-inspired look. The vertical split of her neckline naturally draws the gaze down into her cleavage, making it impossible to look away from her dazzling presence.

Your gaze slides as if drawn irresistibly to Tsumugi's exposed nape, revealed by her yukata. Through the soft gap in her yukata, the bare skin of her inner thigh peeks out. Her fingertips trail along her own thigh—she no longer has any intention of hiding anything.

Tsumugi, clad in a bodysuit, reclines languidly on a bed bathed in the light of early afternoon. Her supple figure, honed through ballet, traces soft curves as it speaks to the viewer. Her gaze draws close, as if she were about to share a secret.

Soft light filtered through the shoji screens into the Japanese-style room, bare of anything superfluous. Tsumugi slowly hooks her fingers under her waist cord, and with a hesitant gesture, the fabric comes undone. In the next moment, the curves that are set free come into full view.

In a digest of just under 30 minutes, we get a glimpse into everything behind the scenes and Tsumugi's true, unguarded self during the shoot. Filming took place over three days in Atami during the summer. Shooting in the height of summer was extremely tough, but what left a lasting impression was the sight of Tsumugi chatting with the staff, her large breasts softly swaying each time she laughed.

Tsumugi stands on the pier, draped in a mesh dress. The bikini hidden beneath peeks through faintly, and in the gently unraveling flow of time, your silhouettes quietly merge as they dissolve into the setting sun.

Even though she's just wandering around the neighborhood, Tsumugi is wearing a cropped T-shirt with no bra. As she acts innocently while flashing the undersides of her breasts, it's you who ends up feeling flustered. Every time she stretches up on her tiptoes, you find yourself not knowing where to look.

A balcony overlooking the sea. Just seeing Tsumugi standing in that place, cut off from everyday life, makes my heart beat a little faster. The light of dusk casts beautiful shadows across Tsumugi's exquisitely sculpted body. She turns around, and there's something sweet in her gaze.