In the underground passage of Yurakucho, amidst the bustling atmosphere of salarymen, a beautiful woman quietly drinking alone caught my eye. Her name is Honoka, a slender woman with radiant skin and delicate features who works as a receptionist at a beauty clinic. She mentioned she had already been drinking alone for over an hour. Lately, she's grown fond of solo drinking and finds it relaxing. She loves alcohol and has a habit of drinking every night before bed. She's currently single, having broken up with her boyfriend just two months ago. At first, she was quiet, but as our conversation progressed, she gradually opened up. The reason she was drinking alone tonight? An annoying message from her ex that made her irritated—his intentions were too obvious. From there, she launched into a furious rant. It seemed she'd been bottling up a lot, and once she started, she couldn't stop. Even when the bar announced last orders, she still wasn't finished talking. So I suggested, "Just one more place," and she easily agreed. At the next, quieter bar, our conversation turned deeper, diving into intimate relationship topics. Our emotional distance closed quickly, and after hopping a few bars, we naturally headed to a hotel. By the time we arrived, our intentions were clear. When I moved in for a kiss, she gave the usual excuse: "I just came here to drink..." But after toasting with champagne, she honestly accepted my kiss. Her slender body slightly flushed from the alcohol. As my hands slid over her smooth skin, her body twitched, her sensitive nipples hardening instantly. Lightly licking them made her moan softly; running my fingers over them triggered a powerful squirt. Her insane sensitivity, enough to make reason vanish completely, pushed my excitement to the brink. A night ruined by a transparently selfish message from an ex unexpectedly turned into an intense, satisfying night thanks to a chance pickup. Yurakucho is truly a god-tier spot.