It won’t end until I reach 1600 times.

I’ll have you send 1 mile!

We come together!

Foreplay should last over 10 minutes.

It seems like there are my own rules, like calling names properly and saying I like you.

Instead of saying “I’m coming!”, I say “I’m going!”

Because they are a miler, they probably lack stamina.

There is a sense of reassurance that they are definitely sadistic.

I would like to request the race outfit.

They force their own rules and do as they please.

Well, there’s no doubt that it’s an intense horse race.

I present various mile rules, but in the end, I get swept away by pleasure and end up intertwining instinctively; I know it well.

Well, it seems like they’ll probably make some strange rules.

A room that can’t be exited until 1600 ml is produced.

My rule number 1! Before anything intimate, let’s wash our bodies together in the bath first!

Ah, you can’t take it out yet! Please hold on!

But cute Ai-chan will win.

It seems like you might have some detailed requests even when kissing.

It won’t end until one of us gives in.

I’m confident in myself and I tend to be the type that approaches things actively and assertively.

Because of high physical ability, it seems possible to do amazing positions.

When it gets tied to miles, the numbers become outrageous.

What if I had a personal rule to do random positions?

Thank you for your hard work managing…

The more I look at her, the more I feel that Mile-chan is actually quite erotic.

When I think about other kids, I end up doing 3 miles too.