Even on a weekday, Harajuku is bustling. This time, I decided to go with a sure-fire plan to pick up girls in this fashionable street: "I'll give you 10,000 yen to buy whatever you like." I thought it would be easy, but surprisingly, the girls on the street didn't stop for me. Just as I was scratching my head, I noticed a beautiful girl with long, silky hair standing alone, slightly away from the main hustle and bustle. She had initially brushed me off, saying she was waiting for a friend, but since she hadn't moved an inch after a while, I tried talking to her again on a whim. Her friend was running a bit late, she said. Riding the momentum of my bold approach, I asked if she would participate in my plan while waiting for her friend, and she agreed without hesitation. She found and bought a piece of clothing that cost nearly 10,000 yen☆It turned out to be more troublesome than expected, but the main event was about to begin. She said she wanted to talk more, so I took her to a hotel and started discussing topics like whether she had a boyfriend and where cheating begins. Despite her high moral standards—"I haven't been with anyone else in the year since my last boyfriend," "I only want to have sex with my boyfriend," "Holding hands with another girl is cheating. I won't allow my boyfriend to do it, and I won't do it either"—she kissed me back when I gently pulled her close and looked into her eyes. Her pubic hair was well-groomed, she didn't resist when her nipples were played with or when she received oral sex, her eyes were glued to my erect penis, and as I rhythmically thrust into her bouncy buttocks, making a "pa-chin pa-chin" sound, she moaned in pleasure, seemingly forgetting all about her friend's meeting. Her high moral standards might have been due to her lack of experience and idealistic dreams. She has great potential to become quite the nympho w
