Two gyaru girls I had picked up at a club and taken home showed up again at my place around Shinjuku. I don't remember their names, but they seemed really into what happened that night, and reached out through Instagram asking, "Wanna hang out again?" We met up in Shinjuku as usual, and the two who appeared were a petite duo—both under 150cm, tanned with that classic gyaru charm. They weren't dressed for clubbing this time, but wore something more mature and sophisticated. We started by grabbing a drink to settle our stomachs, when suddenly one of them pressed her thigh against mine and cooed, "Hey, did you bring that thing again?" When I replied, "I've got it, but this time it can't be free," they both giggled and teased, "Ugh, you're gonna make us pay again?" So I said, "Then let's go to a hotel and make each other feel good," and without hesitation, they exchanged a quick glance and immediately agreed, "Sure, let's go." The moment we entered the hotel room, we couldn't hold back—deep-kissing right at the entrance, tongues entwined. One girl immediately pulled down my pants while the other ran her tongue along my neck, whispering, "Hey, I wanna xxx you fast..." After that, the three of us went wild on the bed, riding a double high of chills and pleasure. The mix of the girls' moans and the smoky scent filling the room was so intense that honestly, it felt too good—my memory completely blanked out.