My classmate, Honoka. Lately, my street pickups have been failing completely, so I've resorted to approaching even my former classmates. It's a pathetic move for a pickup artist, but I'm desperate. I chose a girl who's low-key, part of the so-called third-string crowd, because rumors are less likely to spread around town. Honestly, I barely remembered her, but I did recall one thing—she had big tits. I tracked down her email and reached out. Surprisingly, we hit it off reminiscing about old times, and she quickly agreed to hang out. She even asked, "Wait, did you like me back then?"—a total misunderstanding, but hey, if it makes things move smoothly toward sex, I played along. She was in a great mood, listening to me intently, and at that moment, I knew—this was going to work.