In my younger days, I didn't care about race—I just focused on meeting cute girls. I threw myself into street pickups, luring women from izakayas to hotels, sleeping with someone almost every day. Some were Japanese, others foreign, but the only thing that mattered was being "cute." But after about six months, something started feeling lacking. I grew unsatisfied with how easily women gave in, so I began targeting stronger-willed women, older women, married women—types I'd previously avoided. My success rate dropped, but that was proof of growth. Then, my attention turned to half-Japanese girls. Ever since, I've been operating weekly as a specialist in picking up mixed-race girls. Recently, I met a 23-year-old girl named Megu. She absolutely loves chocolate—even eats it first thing in the morning. Watching her C-cup breasts bounce as she writhes in ecstasy is pure visual heaven. Just seeing her will undoubtedly shake your soul.