When inviting a woman you met online, choosing the right date spot is surprisingly important. Even though we'd only met two or three times and didn't have any special attachment, I arranged to meet at a bar slightly away from Nakano Station since it was open during the day. While casually browsing photos on Instagram, my date arrived. "Sorry to keep you waiting, it's been a while," she said as she approached—Chinatsu-san (pseudonym), a married woman. Last time we didn't end up sleeping together, but today I absolutely had to make it happen—otherwise it'd be pointless, right? Friendly and talkative, Chinatsu kept the conversation going. "I've never seen a movie that starts from Saito-kun's nipples," "In Canada, the popular potato chips are ketchup flavored," "Number of partners... I've lost count (laughs)." Her stories might be charming in a normal romantic context, but I'm not here for romance. All I want is to see those huge tits proudly swaying right in front of me—and to grab and squeeze them with my own hands. Yet somehow, I get the feeling she wants exactly that too. She just wants to feel a decent-looking guy's cock shoved deep inside her. That's all there is to it. Before I knew it, we were already holding hands under the table, the mood completely turned sexual. Alcohol really works wonders. Once a woman's drunk, you can usually make her do whatever you want. "Hey, can I see your breasts right here for a sec?" "Huh...?" I made the bold suggestion the moment the bartender stepped away. I'd mentally prepared an escape route in case she rejected me, but just as expected, she gave me an incredibly slutty look and lifted up her own clothes for me.