Back when I was working a late-night shift at a convenience store, I met a junior coworker who was a cute gyaru. She spoke fluent Kansai dialect and had soft, fluffy breasts like marshmallows—so sensitive that even the lightest touch would make her react intensely. Her exaggerated responses to just a gentle caress felt like something priceless, a national treasure, making her someone truly special to me. I got incredibly turned on watching her moan in her Kansai accent from morning till night. Her presence became an unforgettable memory I'll always carry with me.