I can't remember when it started, but lately, whenever I walk down the street, my eyes are drawn to the size of women's breasts as they pass by. I'm not staring openly—I just happen to notice within my peripheral vision. When a woman's chest catches my eye, my gaze naturally zooms in before I even check her face. But with masks these days, faces don't matter anyway. Judging women solely by their breasts makes me a hopeless piece of trash—I know that. But it's all because of Uncle. There are many standards for evaluating people—face, personality, education, income. The mature, normal mindset values inner qualities over appearance. But Uncle taught me otherwise. A woman without consciousness is nothing more than a masturbation tool. So what exactly are the criteria for judging such a tool? A living, warm masturbation tool. I know it's morally despicable, but I've started thinking about what kind of masturbation tool I prefer. I love bouncing breasts—tits that swing wildly in every direction during thrusting. That's the kind of masturbation tool I desire. Breasts that don't bounce aren't breasts at all. When nipples dance, my heart dances too. Uncle made me realize that. Uncle always picked women who made me wonder, "Why her?"—but once they undressed, they had incredible bodies. But this woman is different. Even fully clothed, it's obvious she has the best tits imaginable. If I passed her on the street, I'd immediately turn around and follow her. Women who are aware of their appeal and flaunt it have already accepted being watched. Someone once said that women become more beautiful when they're being observed. The sheer power to make me jerk off even while she's fully dressed. Her face, voice, job—none of that matters. This time, Uncle chose exactly the woman I most wanted to see. Uncle is a god. Sorry for all my past complaints. Five minutes after receiving the footage, I jerked off and came before any of you could. What is this woman? A hostess? Surely not just a regular office lady. With a body like this, not using it to make money would be stupid. It'd be like a genius with an IQ of 150 wasting their mind on manual labor. Maybe people will say I shouldn't judge how others live their lives. But every management book says you should develop and utilize your strengths. To possess a rare gift that not everyone gets and then not use it—that's what I'd call stupid. She must know it too. She knows the value of her breasts. That her breasts are her identity. No, to add more, it's not just her breasts. Her entire body balance is too perfect. She's like an erotic figure sold in Akihabara. Big tits, slim waist, perfect ass. If I were a sculptor, I'd carve her body to preserve it for future generations. Thank you, Uncle. I'm truly happy to be able to worship such a magnificent body. While part of me wants as many people as possible to see this video, another part fears that if it spreads too much, something bad will surely happen—so I beg you, don't share it widely. Please. Let's keep it a secret, just among us.