Under the clear autumn sky in Kichijoji, after being brushed off by girls while still feeling upbeat about street pickups, an unusual girl finally stopped for us despite the chilly weather—dressed way too lightly with zero sense of season. She seemed to live nearby, and though I inwardly thought she should just go home and warm up, I had no choice but to charm her. Her name is Kokona! Sounds like one of those flashy "kirakira" names. People with weird names like that probably have to spend their whole lives apologizing during first meetings. Special warning for pregnant women. She gave off a strict, disciplined vibe, likely from her past as a fitness trainer. She’d smile occasionally, but her answers to questions were blunt and cold. Not exactly unfriendly, but one wrong move and the mood would instantly die. This was a true test of a pickup artist’s skill. Though she answered questions casually, when I followed up with teasing remarks, shockingly wild personal stories started pouring out. At just 23, she’s a tough one who says she’s fine with men up to 50—and revealed that her boyfriend at 18 was 46. She didn’t present it as a joke, just stated it flatly, which made it feel all the more real. Scary how emotionless she is! When I casually reached a hand behind her back, her lack of reaction had me sweating—half-expecting a sudden slap. I gently placed a hand on her chest and asked, “What cup size?” She replied, “E cup…” Bingo! This might actually work! Probably! Better act fast before she changes her mind—let’s softly pull her bra down. Please don’t hit me!