I heard that a couple involved in an office affair suddenly resigned from the company. The details remain a mystery, but it just reinforced my belief that getting involved with an unreasonable, promiscuous woman never ends well. I don't even get noticed by female coworkers. Amidst all this, the story unfolds in Japan's Gotham City—Shibuya—a place completely overflowing with shady characters from every angle. Suddenly, a petite, animal-like girl in an E.T. T-shirt approaches me. Her smooth, bare legs peeking out from her shorts scream "womanhood." "Wanna go somewhere and talk?" she asks. How could any E.T. fan possibly say no? Right, director? She leads me—strangely enough—to a vegan izakaya. She refuses to eat animal meat, claiming it's cruel to birds raised in cramped cages or that it's for the sake of the planet. Yet I eat fried chicken four times a week and still can't wrap my head around her logic. That said, her face is incredibly cute. Before I know it, she's aggressively pitching environmental activism. "If you're interested, you should definitely join us!" "There are networking events and even chances to meet people!" But as I listen, I learn they get paid more the more recruits they bring in. Joining requires a 500,000 yen fee—clearly a scam multi-level marketing scheme. E.T. is weeping. These types who preach righteousness are ultimately driven by money, and sure enough, the inevitable line comes: "If you're joining, can I at least have sex with you?" The activist tries to deflect, but claims sex is part of environmental conservation. Once I say I'll join today, she hesitantly replies, "...Well... okay then..."—social reform sex confirmed. Thanks as always. Reluctantly, the multi-talented woman follows me to a love hotel. The moment she enters and sees my erect cock and the camera, she gasps, "Huh? Huh? Huh?!" reacting like first contact with an alien. On our planet, we communicate through forced masked deepthroat. After enjoying the sight of the vegan girl sucking my meat, I examine her body. Her breasts are palm-sized—perfectly proportioned. Her nipples are clean and rock-hard. Her pubic hair spills out from her panties—untrimmed jungle pussy, as expected from a nature activist. Oh? There's natural spring moisture already. A light touch makes her moan, "Nnng..."—clearly very sensitive. Herbivore pussy was made to be devoured by carnivore cock; it's the law of the savanna. Even if she resists, once the big dick is shoved inside, she can only surrender to being eaten alive. Pounded from behind, she climaxes repeatedly. By the end, she's dripping wet, leaking fluids uncontrollably. After endless deepthroat hell breaks her spirit completely, I finish by enjoying her organic pussy and then facial her with a thick, protein-packed cumshot. Afterward, I send the multi-talented woman to shower first, then make my great escape. Of course, I never intended to join. Since I managed to get away, I hope to earn over 500,000 yen releasing this footage. *According to the Japanese National Consumer Center, disputes related to multi-level marketing schemes are increasing every year. Please be cautious of malicious MLM recruiters.