While picking up girls in Akihabara, I had been overly active around the Shinjuku station area, and in unfamiliar territory, results weren't coming easily—my motivation was dropping. Then, as I walked through Kanda, I passed by her. Long brownish hair, slightly straight in style, wearing trendy modern fashion. Her look reminded me of An·C·n from magazine covers. Round face, big eyes, giving off a warm, gentle vibe. Her facial features resembled A·B4·'s Y·h·Kashiwa. A solid 4 out of 10, a natural beauty. I quickly chased after her and said, "We're doing a feature for American cable TV," but I could feel her skepticism immediately. Panicking, I added, "There's a cash payment!" The moment she turned to look, I boldly stepped forward, using gestures to stop her in her tracks. Then began the intense conversation. I carefully explained my reasons and story, sensing she was hooked by the payment offer, and successfully invited her to a hotel. I tightly embraced her. Her fair skin looked perfect against pink lingerie—her texture was so smooth and addictive, every inch of her body irresistible, her scent absolutely amazing. Her breasts were delicious D-cups, firm and responsive, each squeeze sending waves of excitement through me. She was highly sensitive—touching her lower area instantly brought her to flooding arousal. During penetration, she climaxed deep and fast, even approaching orgasm midway. I could easily see myself wanting to hold her 2–3 times a week—her charm was unstoppable. Right after we finished, the first thing we did was exchange LINE IDs.