"Hah... hah... damn, it's hot!" Seiji wiped the sweat from his brow as the sun beat down relentlessly. The road seemed endless, stretching into the horizon with no village or town in sight. He had lost track of how many days he'd been walking, maybe weeks, or was it more? Time seemed to blur in the heat and solitude.
All Seiji knew for sure was that he hadn't had sex in what felt like forever. The last one had been with Mari, and that seemed like an eternity ago. His body ached, but not from fatigue—he longed for the touch of a woman. "I'm going to go insane at this rate," he muttered, adjusting his pack and shaking off the frustration.
His thoughts drifted back to Mari and the countless encounters they had shared. He smirked, remembering how satisfied she had been, how she'd clung to him in their final moments together. "Ah, Mari..." he sighed, a brief flicker of nostalgia passing through him before the heat snapped him back to the present.