I wasn't good at talking to people. From when I was little, I was always alone, and the only thing that mattered was drawing. Even after entering art school, I couldn't fit in, my presence was thin, and I spent my days quietly running a pencil across the corner of the classroom. But one day, at a small sketching session I was invited to by everyone, 'Sakura's' world shook a little. In that place where the nude model couldn't come, she herself said, "I'll do it." Just to draw. Because I wanted to be useful to someone. But the gaze was much hotter than I thought. Every time I was looked at, praised, and needed, something trembled deep inside my heart. While swaying between embarrassment and pleasure, Sakura realizes, "I'm okay being here." It was the temperature of 'approval' that she had never felt before. Later, Sakura took off her clothes again. "I want you to look at me properly." That feeling of being enveloped in gazes in that classroom was still writhing deep inside her body. Quietly dropping her bathrobe in front of Aizawa. It's not embarrassing to be naked. But when I'm stared at by just one person, my heart beats faster. I feel like I'm going to suffocate. I felt 'me' trembling in his eyes. Being touched and traced, Sakura encounters a new sensation while trembling. The pleasure of being seen, the stimulation of being touched. And beyond that, the sensation that fills the depths of her body... Even though it was the first time, I couldn't refuse. Rather, I was immersed in that heat. "More... look..." I was so happy that his eyes were only looking at Sakura. Before I knew it, Sakura was seeking out the other person with her own hands, giving with her mouth, opening her legs, and welcoming him many times. Sex was much gentler and much more lewd than I imagined. And both of those things slowly melted Sakura's heart and body. 'Being needed' was inseparable from pleasure. 'The me who is seen' was no longer 'the me in the picture,' but 'the me in desire.' It's embarrassing, but I'm happy. Every time I feel it while being seen, Sakura's outline becomes clearer. This is surely the first story for her to find herself.