（1）
At the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, the reeds swayed in the wind
The warm winter coat… had already been draped over Middy in advance… The beautiful red color… together with the white rushes… and the yellow-orange tube bundles… what a natural scene….
I was like a falcon flying high in the sky… my eyes were as sharp as a hawk’s… the camera in my hand was the weapon of choice for today’s attack… the beautiful Middy was the first thing I hunted….
Before the camera… Middy appeared isolated and helpless… her coolness… stood in the chilly wind… her tall figure… her long legs… her thinly-powdered body… carried a strong bookish air… freshness… unassuming… and in her case… youth was a priceless treasure…
Between the rhythms of the shutter… I leave behind a testimony of Middy’s youth… beautiful, but not white… a red, luscious shadow… in the midst of the floating years… stirring up a pair of slightly aged eyes… and through the coldness of the lens… I capture the unseen miracle that happened to Middy…!
（2）
The wind… still reluctantly… crossed Middy’s red coat… and lifted the hem of the skirt inside the coat… revealing some sort of hint… The not-so-long pleated skirt… seemed to resist hanging down amidst the wind’s teasing… and instead, it seemed to reveal… a kind of fantasy… I guess..!
I couldn’t take my eyes off the wind… and the camera focused on Middy’s skirt… with a rush of heartbeats… I blurted out:…
“Middy… you know… all fruits are… tasty when they are peeled…”!
Middy, of course, didn’t understand… she shook her head sideways… not knowing what I had in mind…
（3）
I put down the camera… and slowly walked towards her… I gazed into Middy’s eyes… and there was a kind of indescribable resentment in her eyes… she pursed her lips… and her hands naturally pinched her skirt… a wave of inner turmoil, I guess… and in silence I… I slowly took off Middy’s red coat… and her long-sleeved, pink blouse…
Middy only closed her eyes slightly. She didn’t want to say anything…
My heart didn’t stop… my hands didn’t rest… I felt Middy’s strong heartbeat… contrasting with her quiet, downcast face…
The hooks of the dark-colored pleated skirt… were gently removed from my hands… and the skirt fell down… the white petticoat… was the only thing that remained… but… I didn’t let it stay on Middy… and of course… at this point… some people are going to ask me… what kind of look I have on Middy right now…?
Middy lowered her head in hatred… her face was as bright as a red haze… but she didn’t know where to place her hands… I was merciless… I took off Middy’s white bra… and let her breasts… appear to the earth… amidst the white rushes… her breasts appeared to be even whiter… and more immaculate… like white jades… trembling in the wind… proud and firm… and waiting on the breasts of the mistress of her house… and the last thing that was left was… Middy’s best-protected white panties… that was Middy’s last line of defense, right? …I think… (I dare not think further…) (4)
I loaded the film with high sensitivity… The coarse grains would give Middy’s body a mysterious classical beauty… enough to make you think about the past… Yes… it can’t be too realistic or too sharp… can it? With a soft focus of 3 and Kodak’s 800 degrees, the image of Middy’s body would not be too clear… it’s always good to have a little bit of haze… or else Middy’s classmates at the university would have fainted… if they had seen this..!
In the middle of my thoughts… I finished my work… lifted the camera… and started again… Without realizing it… I heard Middy’s words coming from the far end of the room:…
“I think it’s more “natural”…”..!
I looked up… and Middy was covered in just… air…
At some point… the barrier was removed from Middy’s body… and what was left was a naked… a completely naked Middy… I couldn’t press the shutter… time seemed to have stopped… for the first time ever
Gazing at her naked…
The hair under the belly… is very thick… it can’t be from here…
Peeking between Middy’s legs… but… it didn’t hurt the desire for her… Middy had never been naked in front of any man…
But I just stood there, dumbfounded. The camera in my hand was out of focus. I walked towards Middy. I walked towards Middy’s love…
I opened Middy’s warm heart with all the excitement I could muster
I entered Middy’s soft lower abdomen with all the excitement in my body…
It was an absolute accident… (the lens… suddenly awakened spontaneously)… The lens of the NIKON85 (1.4) of the FM2 camera… suddenly came to life… it decided on its own… it captured all the conditions… all the shots of me with Middy… all the way inside Middy… and even more…
I ejaculated a white, thick stream in Middy’s belly… that was my excitement… all of it turned into unrepentant love for Middy…