I work as a pick-up artist around Shinjuku, and I built a relationship with a short, big-breasted college girl I met at a club. She came straight from school, and when she showed up at the meeting spot, her face was sweaty and she was trying to cool down with a handheld fan. She seemed a little embarrassed and fidgety, and when I asked, "Aren't you hungry?", I could tell she was hesitating, which I found cute. In the end, she wanted to come to my place, and I was on the same page. I bought beer at the convenience store and brought her home. As we drank and relaxed, I gave her some gummy candy, and my arousal slowly built up. She looks small and cute in her uniform-like outfit, but when she takes it off, she has big tits and a wide back—a really erotic body. We got to talking about masturbation, but she said she wouldn't show me. However, she said, "I want to have sex." I casually replied that masturbation is part of the foreplay, and though she initially refused, somehow we ended up doing it. Getting to watch a cute JD masturbate right in front of me—it doesn't get better than that, right? Midway through, I shoved a vibrator inside, teasing her with a two-point assault. We played with toys in a mellow atmosphere, but then my friend dropped by. She was wary at first, but as we all relaxed together, she quickly opened up. I started flirting with her in front of my friend, getting her in a pink mood. She looked embarrassed in front of a stranger, but I could feel her heart pounding. It was her first time being watched, and I could tell she was soaking wet. I let my friend give her cunnilingus, and things escalated into a threesome. We took turns slamming into her and covered her face in cum. After that, she stopped replying to my messages. Women are really complicated.