The phone booth was completely dark except for the weak, flickering light from the small bulb inside. The rain hammered the roof like a thousand angry fists. Lightning cracked again and again, lighting up the cracked glass panels in harsh white flashes.
Then it happened.
The old woman's entire body suddenly dropped forward. She fell onto Haruto like a dead weight. Her soft, heavy breasts slammed directly against his chest. The soaked fabric of her top pressed hot and heavy between them, her nipples dragging across his shirt with every unconscious movement. Her body was warm — unnaturally warm — even though she was completely soaked. The heat of her feverish skin seeped through the wet clothes and burned against Haruto's chest.
