At Shinjuku Station's east exit, while dealing with loud noise and giving women passing by disdainful looks as if they were trash during street pickups, suddenly a beautiful small-faced girl caught my eye. She wore a skirt with an Asian flair, perfectly suited for summer. Her cuteness and fair skin made her look so young I almost questioned her age. Even while being filmed, her shy, sweet responses radiated an angelic purity. Despite hesitating to move, her sharp yet charming presence instantly healed my mood, making me unable to stop smiling. Once in the hotel room, I learned she worked as a massage therapist and even told me about her regular shop. She claimed she'd never accepted advances because she had a boyfriend, but every time I stared hungrily at her smooth, snow-white skin, I couldn't help noticing her boyfriend's watch and thin T-shirt. So trendy! Unable to hold back any longer, I silently apologized to her boyfriend and used money to lure her into fully exposing her underwear! When she got on all fours and lifted her skirt, pure white panties with 80% sheerness came into view. Clearly handpicked for her boyfriend, it only turned me on more. Talking further, I realized that after three years together, their relationship had become sexless, and she seemed genuinely frustrated. When she undressed, an incredible pair of beautiful breasts appeared—her nipples perfectly shaped and colored, impossible to ignore. Though she seemed like the last person to cheat—energetic and wholesome—perhaps the stress of being dominated by her boyfriend had built up. In that case, I wouldn't hold back either! Sorry to her boyfriend, but it's your fault for neglecting her! Thank you for sending her to Shinjuku today! Holding the vibrating electric massager in one hand, I quietly clasped my hands together in silent gratitude. Itadakimasu!