Coming into the pickup artist's room with a casual "Mind if I come in?" is Honoka, wearing a tight T-shirt that subtly accentuates her breasts. "Wow! Nice place!" she says, nervously complimenting the sparsely furnished room with cheap furniture I picked up randomly. Cleanliness is always the top priority—some girls may seem stylish at first, but once you visit their place, it's often surprisingly tacky and dirty. Keeping things tidy ensures there won't be any complaints. She kept praising so much that I inwardly decided I'd never visit her place, but chose to take her compliments at face value. I met Honoka at the gym. She had been actively competing in gymnastics throughout college to earn credits, even coaching younger students. After graduation, she continued working as an instructor, but realized she couldn't tell athletes to "lose weight" if she wasn't maintaining her own physique, so she started hitting the gym regularly. She's far leaner than the average girl, with a seriously toned body built through gymnast training. After finally meeting, I kept hoping we'd hook up in the shower room every time we saw each other at the gym—then suddenly she texted asking, "Is there a way to work out without putting strain on my hands?" I thought, "You did gymnastics—shouldn't you already know?" But when we met, I saw her fingers wrapped in thick bandages like something out of a gag manga. She said she'd deeply sliced her hand while cutting an orange, so badly that bone was visible. That's intense! If someone goes out of their way to come to your home asking about basic knowledge they could easily look up online, it's obvious what's really going on. Enjoying some casual chat, I couldn't stop the excitement building as I wondered when exactly I should make my move.