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Back at the hotel, the moment I entered, I hurriedly turned on the desk lamp and eagerly began reading the company's prepared
plan . Reading it made my blood boil, and my dormant penis awoke, standing erect. I flicked my penis with my fingernail; it was now
fully erect. What to do? The first woman I was to meet was scheduled for tomorrow morning. Now, I was awake,
excited, and wondering how to pass the time. Should I rely on my own hard work? No, absolutely not.
I turned on my laptop and played online for a while, browsing Tokyo's home delivery website, looking at
photos of the girls on duty, carefully reading the descriptions, comparing them with videos and cartoon illustrations. I dialed the number, and a man answered. I said I needed 90 minutes for in-home service, specifying a "VIP" girl named Ryoko who
was over 1.6 meters tall, with fair skin . I liked her personal comments and the manager's review. I was told the girl would arrive in an hour and a half, and I needed to wait at the hotel entrance. After confirming, he asked my name and what I would be wearing so Ryoko could be easily identified. I went downstairs early and waited outside the hotel. The Japanese are punctual, and I didn't want to waste time. Ryoko arrived right on time. She was dressed scantily, in high boots and a miniskirt. I smiled at her and asked, "Ryoko?" She smiled and nodded, swaying her hips as she walked towards me, taking my arm and saying, "Shall we go in?" Once inside my room, she politely asked for the service fee. I paid, and she put the money in a clear plastic bag , then called the hotel to let them know she was safe. She put down her bag, took out her clothes, and said, "You can take your clothes off now." I quickly stripped down to my underwear, and she changed into a silk nightgown, took my hand, and we went into the bathroom together. We were completely naked, and she lathered me with soap, washing me thoroughly from head to toe. I kept caressing her breasts, kneading her buttocks, and penetrating her vagina. She remained silent, seemingly enduring it all. I was a little reluctant. Yes, she was young and beautiful, with a fit body; if she were a quiet type, ninety minutes would be a long time. For me, sex is inseparable from romance, and romance comes from communication. Just having sex isn't enough. If I'd known this, I would have chosen a 60-minute session—it would have saved both money and time. After showering, we returned to the room. She changed into a lace-trimmed top and a thong. She had me lie face down and began to massage me. Her technique was so-so, but lying comfortably, being served by a beautiful girl, with Western music playing softly in my ears—it was a rare and wonderful experience. Ryoko told me to turn over, and I obeyed. My aroused penis, suppressed, stood defiantly against her. She reapplied oil to her hands and gently stroked my penis. If she continued like this for a few more minutes, I feared I would lose my virginity. If she remained silent afterward, what would I do? I couldn't just sit and wait; I had to take the initiative and try to prolong our physical intimacy. I remembered that there were quite a few Chinese women working in Japanese brothels. I don't want to discriminate against my fellow countrymen, but when you come to Japan, of course you should buy the authentic Japanese stuff. If you buy a knock-off, you can communicate in Chinese; there's no need to travel this far. I blurted out in Chinese, " Where is your hometown? " She exclaimed, then said in Japanese, "What did you say?" I switched to Japanese and asked, "Where in Japan are you from?" Her hands didn't stop, and she answered in a muffled voice, "Fukuoka." Fukuoka? I've heard that Fukuoka is as famous as Akita, a place known for its beautiful women. Looking closely, she was indeed fair and radiant. I said, "No wonder, your hometown is known for its beauties." She smiled and quickened her movements. I asked, "What's your bra size?" She stopped, looked down to check, and said, "D, I guess." I said, "That's not small, isn't it considered large in Fukuoka?" She shook her head, her breasts swaying, and said, "No, not really. If it were a size bigger, I'd go into acting." I thought of the breasts of many adult film actresses; many were large, but quite a few were small. I said, "No need, people with smaller breasts still act." She didn't believe me, saying, "Impossible. If it were, I wouldn't be famous." I said, "You've never seen porn, have you?" She said, "No. Aren't they made specifically for men? To let them masturbate." What she said made sense. Which man says watching porn is appreciating art? I said, "Your breasts are so beautiful, I want to take them home and use them as a pillow, is that okay?" She laughed, wiped her breasts with her hand, and said, "I'll put some dish soap on them, so you'll slide off the pillow and never be able to sleep. " It seems calling her a taciturn person is a bit unfair. She's not taciturn, she even has a sense of humor, worth exploring, worth exploring . Liangzi lay down on her side, assuming a 69 position with me, her genitals pressed tightly against my nose. Her thong was transparent , her pubic hair and labia squeezed together. I clicked my tongue and said, "Your rules are, you can touch me, I can only look, I can't touch you, and I definitely can't put anything in you, am I right?" Her body pressed against mine, slowly moving in and out, while her other hand grasped my penis, rubbing it with a smacking sound, responding with moans. Damn Japan! Making porn is legal, but genitals have to be censored. Not censoring them and selling them is illegal. Prostitution legal, but genitals are right there, yet you can't use them; using them is a crime. Utter hypocrisy, true perversion: finding ways to torture people, with extremely hostile attitudes. Everyone says the Japanese are obedient and law-abiding, but you can't go too far . A woman's genitals are right in front of you, and you can only look on with envy? I can't abide by this law, and I won't let Ryoko abide by it either. I have to break this stinking law, I have to defile Ryoko. I yelled at Ryoko, "Stop! If you don't stop, I'll ejaculate, and then you have to leave. I don't want you to leave." She actually stopped and tore off a piece of tissue to wipe her hands. She said, "Then what do you want to do?" I said, "I want to chat. I want to know your past life, starting from kindergarten. Can we sit up and talk ?" She said, "No. I'm shy. Let me tell you, my experiences are too mundane; I can finish telling them in a few minutes." I said, "Okay, you start." She said, "From kindergarten to middle school, I never liked studying and often skipped classes. After graduating from middle school, I went to Tokyo to look for work, but I never lasted long because I was always sleepy and late, so I got fired. My current job is the one I 've worked the longest. I like the night shift that starts at 7 pm; I don't have to get up in the morning." To my parents, she told them she worked at a real estate company and often showed apartments to clients. I asked, "Wow, that's quite a life; you could make up so many stories." She didn't answer. I said, "Why do you do this?" She said, "To make money." I asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

She said, "I just broke up, so I'm very vulnerable. I want to talk to someone, I want to relax."
I asked, "Have you ever encountered difficult customers?"
She said, "Rarely." Difficult customers like to ask, "Look at my dick, is it big? Is it thick? Do you want me
to put it in?"
She voiced my thoughts. I didn't blame her. I didn't give up.
I said, "I'll add five thousand yen. I have a condom. I want to do the full service. Are you willing?"
She didn't speak.
I said, "I admit I'm a difficult customer. But you have to understand me. If you finish with your hand, I'll be in
more pain.
" She said, "Add two thousand, and I'll give you oral sex, no condom needed."
My penis immediately became erect. I said, "See? See? It heard you." It said,
"Not enough , not enough. If you want to do it, do it for real.
" I lifted her thong, my fingers moving along the lower edge. Her legs straightened. I pushed her legs apart, slipped my hand inside
the thong, and pulled it down. She bent her knees, letting me take her pants off. I lifted her legs, buried my head between them, parted
her pubic hair, and licked inside. Her legs opened and tightened, opened and tightened, bumping against my head.
I straightened up, bit open the condom, and gestured for her to put it on me. She turned her head away, ignoring me. Did she not want to
put a condom on me, or did she not mind me going in with my penis? I thought, whatever, I'll just put it in first. Having sex without a condom and
having sex with a condom are two completely different realms, much more stimulating. My penis pressed against her vaginal opening,
touched it, withdrew, touched it again, withdrew. I thought, no matter how stimulating, I can't take the risk, this line of work
is too risky.
I put on the condom myself, inserted my fingers into her vagina, felt the moisture was just right, adjusted her body slightly, and
thrust my penis deep inside her.
After we finished, she helped me clean up, put the bathtub in place, and said to me, "You take a bath, I'll go tidy up
the room .
" I pulled her back and said, "Take a bath with me, it'll only be a few minutes."
She fell into my arms, splashing water with her hands. I said, "Can you feel anything?"
She said, "Of course. It's wet there, and your thing is rolling around; it feels great."
I said, "But you broke the shop rules. You shouldn't have agreed to have sex with me."
She said, "I've never been a good student. I need to rest too. I don't have to exert myself, and you're busy all the time,
isn't that good?"
I stroked her breasts and said, "Only a D cup, seems like more. I think it's an F cup."
She laughed and said, "They swell when I'm in heat, so they don't count. Not only do my breasts swell, but my waist swells, my belly
swells, I become a little chubby girl, I'm sorry ."
I said, "I want to put my dick on it."
She touched my limp dick, squeezed it a few times, and said, "You're joking."
I asked, "What are your plans for the future?"
She said, "I don't know. Entering this line of work, you can make money, but you'll lose even more."
I lowered my head, wanting to kiss her lips. She dodged, only letting me kiss her cheek.
My hand reached down, touching her anus, my fingers digging inside. She pressed her legs together, preventing me from moving.
I said, "The information your shop provides says that chrysanthemums are an arousal point for you."
She said, "I didn't write that, so it doesn't count."
I said, "Have any customers fallen in love with you?"
She said, "Maybe. I haven't been in this business long, and customers say all sorts of things; I don't know if it's true." One
customer's eyes were blazing with anger, saying that fate had brought us together. I told him to tell me, and I unzipped his pants
. As soon as I did, he ejaculated. Hearing people say that loving yourself is certainly good; it's better than constipation. Anyway, I'll never get married or have
children . My happiest moments are when I have money in my pocket, go to a male escort club, drink, and listen to nonsense.
I said, "What do you do at a male escort club?"
She said, "To serve others and listen to beautiful lies."
She neatly folded my clothes, dressed herself, bowed to me repeatedly, and then drifted away.
Liangzi is good, but too professional, lacking in romance. She's just a rest stop before I reach my destination
, a prelude to the play; tomorrow, the main show begins.

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