Miura, the woman of my dreams, lives in the house next door to mine. She came to cook a meal for me while my parents were on holiday. When she finished her business, she went home without an umbrella in the torrential rain, but came back a while later soaking wet. Apparently, she had lost her keys. Her hair was wet and her underwear was peeping through her white blouse... My parents happen to be away today... I couldn't suppress my emotions, and I watched Miura-san who was drying her hair...