A work depicting an uncle overwhelmed daily by leftover tasks. The job involves nothing more than checking and organizing old documents—a simple task, yet one that consumes endless time. The younger generation often throws around the term "efficiency," but it's questionable whether they truly understand its meaning. In today's world, companies seeking youth are rapidly eliminating the outdated; those who can't keep up are verbally abused by superiors and bullied by coworkers. In such an environment, one can only isolate themselves, muttering words like "adjustment disorder." This, too, is one of life's sorrows.
Recently, I met a man who said, "My best friend is ChatGPT. He's incredibly smart, helps me study, answers everything, and is fun to be around." Imagining a future where AI increasingly infiltrates human society, I worry if living alone like this will become normal. But thinking too much about it makes me anxious—will I end up with adjustment disorder too?
If I'm going to waste time anyway, I'd rather relax on a southern island. I once visited Miyako Island and rode a rental bike all the way around. I also recall an aging uncle saying he wanted to visit the tropics before retiring. I assumed he preferred cold countries, but maybe he's still down south now. Imagining an uncle in an aloha shirt dragging a drugged, intoxicated woman through a sugarcane field makes me laugh. Around him, sucker men in matching aloha shirts gather, making the scene slightly more cheerful.
I wonder how that uncle is doing? Finally, this time I've gathered eight women widely considered cute and socially fulfilled, creating a total of 300 minutes of content. Those opposed to appearance-based values should look elsewhere. I've invested my own precious time into this work, so please enjoy it. Long live lookism! [Content] 8 women, 300 minutes → unconscious, slim waist, beautiful girl, intense shaking, brutal thrusting, convulsions, blowjob, sex, creampie