In the heart of the Marunouchi business district, tucked away in a quiet corner of the office area, was a small bench where I spotted a woman eating her lunch alone. I casually approached her at just the right moment. "What are you eating?" That simple, everyday question sparked an instant conversation. At first she seemed cautious, but gradually she opened up, even starting to ask me questions in return. She was from Kyoto, speaking with a soft Kansai accent that gave her a warm, gentle charm. Her name was Yuri, 23 years old, working as a fashion store clerk. As her break time continued, the atmosphere grew increasingly relaxed. When I asked if she'd like to grab dinner after work, she surprisingly said yes right away—what a lucky break. That night, we met up first for a casual drink to toast the evening. We talked about work, fashion, and even love. After hopping to a few bars, once we both felt completely at ease, we naturally headed to a hotel. Once inside the room, her demeanor shifted slightly. She seemed a little restless, avoiding eye contact, quickly looking away. When I asked if she was nervous, she softly whispered, "I'm just... so excited..." Her shyness was incredibly adorable. I told her she was cute, but she instantly replied, "I'm not cute," denying it outright—making her even cuter. As I undressed her, the first thing revealed was her soft, jiggly pink nipples. Her natural bush added an unexpectedly erotic vibe. Her body was plump and tender, highly responsive to even the lightest touch. Most of all, her pussy was already soaked. Just sliding my fingers over her made wet, squelching sounds as her body trembled slightly. Repeatedly bringing her to climax, she kept trembling and insisting, "I didn't come..." Even though clearly, she had—multiple times. Her stubborn refusal only made her more irresistibly cute. What happened next, I'll leave to your imagination. This girl? Honestly, a real treasure.