In the pleasant sea breeze of Yokohama's Minato Mirai, I felt like drinking sake on a houseboat and raising hell with friends. Changing the subject, young women apparently gobble down sweets claiming they go into a "separate stomach," but as an old guy, I don't get it at all. I usually stick to dried snacks and beer, but I waited 40 minutes in a long line at a donut shop full of airheaded women to get these donuts—the crystallization of a dream. This time, I'm using them to pick up girls! Oh, I've spotted a girl who looks like she might bite on a donut interview. Excuse me, but what girls love most is talking about romance. As I listened to her love talk, she said her worry is being shy. Honestly, I don't give a damn about romance, but I endured and kept the conversation going as a stepping stone to sex. It seems she has plans after this. What the hell! I can't just listen to her love talk and say goodbye. She said she's free at night, so I managed to exchange LINEs and we parted for now. If she blocks me, I'll track her down and make her pay me back for the donuts. At the promised time, I waited at the meeting spot, praying, and then I saw her. With this, the pickup is 90% successful. I tried to find a warm place since it was cold, but couldn't, so I suggested a hotel with a smooth line, and maybe because of the donut debt, she came along pretty easily. Shifting from love talk to nightlife, it turned out she's a stamina beast who has sex multiple times a day when she meets her boyfriend. But she's never used toys for masturbation. So I changed the plan to "Let's try adult toys for the first time!" Everyone, watch how she reacts to her first toy!