Walking through the city wrapped in the heat of midsummer, a unique scent suddenly drifts from somewhere nearby. My heart stirs at the mix of sweet fragrance blended with sweat and a sharp tang, and my groin instantly reacts with excitement. Perhaps because it had been so long since I last encountered such a smell, even with my sense of smell slightly dulled, I was immediately drawn in by this aroma. After searching for its source, I spotted four gyaru girls ahead just minutes later—and I learned they hadn't bathed in three days. I would inhale the scent of their bare feet, the distinct aroma of their sweaty armpits, and even the smell of their unwashed mouths. In exchange for letting me bathe them, they agreed I could fully enjoy every one of those smells, and we headed straight to a hotel. First came a foot cheek press. The stench was beyond normal. So I asked, would they all step on my face together? Eight feet attacked my face at once, and I desperately inhaled their odor. In return, they mercilessly crushed my face underfoot. Around 200kg of weight pressed down on me, yet my cock remained fully erect. Such a pitiful desire. Eager and playful, these girls kept trampling me over and over, and I began to feel the pain as pleasure. In the end, I never got to smell their sour armpits—but still, it was a blissful day. Later, I imagined what it would be like if club floors were made of people. This time it was just two girls, but in a club, the real fun comes from group enjoyment.