罪 の 轍: An Unforgettable Tale of Mystery

City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in 罪 の 轍. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with 罪 の 轍,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“罪 の 轍, 罪 の 轍, 罪 の 轍!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “罪 の 轍” down on the streets fifty stories below.