He was just a visitor to a brothel so he could find the joy of having sex there, partly because he was bored and partly because he was a bit stupid... To find a lover at least.

He was very infatuated with a girl there. Even though he never knew her age, he still remembered the first time he went there... She was the one who served him all night with such tightness and a light sweet strawberry scent.

Now, of course he is still fascinated by that sweet strawberry scent, instead of being a guest... He has become the owner. He also kept that strawberry for himself, even though he knew how many other men had touched her, he was still very fascinated by her.

He came home, longing to rub his head against the sweet vine fruit that he was passionate about, he gradually walked towards their common room and when he heard that smell again... It was the smell of sweet strawberries, he smiled and entering the room.

"My little strawberry... Did you just showering? I could heard you..."