I met Saori in Shibuya at the end of the year. It was December 31st, and I was wandering around the city just to kill time. The Shibuya countdown always draws crowds of young people, making it the perfect spot to find loose girls—both in mind and body. I staked out Hachiko Square around 6 PM, spending hours observing the area. Couples, rowdy youth, foreigners, TV crews—more people than usual filled the streets. I was searching for someone slightly detached from the excitement, a girl who seemed like she was only there by accident. Not waiting to be picked up, not particularly looking to party—just floating aimlessly. After continued observation, several candidates emerged, but one girl caught my eye. She was fiddling with her phone and sighing. That was Saori. She had planned to spend the night with friends, but they canceled last minute, leaving her lost and alone. She didn’t want to stay cooped up at home, so she was just standing there, spaced out. I managed to talk her into spending New Year's Eve together. Chatting casually, we reached midnight as the station area flooded with young revelers, loud and chaotic. Using smooth talk, I convinced her to go to a love hotel. Saori had a slim build that made her look smaller in clothes, but once undressed, her body was far better than expected. What stood out most was her pale, flawless skin. After thoroughly enjoying her body, I casually brought up the idea of appearing in a video. I couldn’t believe my own work ethic on the first day of the new year, but she agreed without hesitation. “Sure, if I get paid. But you have to meet me again, big bro,” she said with a smile. She seemed to have taken a liking to me. However, company rules strictly forbid sleeping with performers again. If I meet her, I’ll just want to fuck her once more. The next time I see her will be through the screen. Facing her wild, writhing form on camera, I’ll no doubt reach for my crotch, remembering that night.