The First Night of a Girl from the University of Tokyo

Last year, I went to Japan on a business trip. Before leaving, a friend treated me to a "Nyotaimori" (female body sushi) banquet. I had long wanted to experience this renowned traditional Japanese culinary culture. The banquet was held in a traditional Japanese building, with simple interior decorations: an old painting, a potted plant, and antique porcelain vases, all designed to convey a sense of antiquity and elegance. We changed into traditional yukatas and entered the room. A "Nyotaimori" was already completely naked, lying in the center of the room amidst a cluster of flowers.
This "Nyotaimori" was quite beautiful, with smooth, fair skin and a well-proportioned figure, resembling a pristine white porcelain plate. Her hair was spread out in a fan shape and adorned with flower petals. Attendants decorated her genitals with leaves and petals, and two pitted cherry blossoms were placed on each of her nipples. Decorated cream cakes surrounded her breasts, making her look like she was wearing a beautiful bra—it was exquisite. An assistant brought a large platter of various sushi from the kitchen and skillfully and quickly arranged it on the "Nyotaimori." As we savored the food, we commented on the "female body sushi" performer's figure, features, hair, breasts, arms, and legs.
Gradually, my friend became a little drunk and his behavior became indecent. He first used chopsticks to eat the cherry blossoms that were stuck to her nipples. After finishing, he used the chopsticks to pinch the pink nipples of the "female body sushi" performer. Then he removed the leaves covering her genitals and poured the raw fish slices soaked in broth, along with the broth, onto her genitals. He also poured wasabi on her cleavage. My friend drunkenly told me to eat the raw fish slices with her genital juices. As he spoke, he used chopsticks to pick up a piece of raw fish slice from her genitals. While picking it up, he pinched a few pubic hairs, and with a forceful pull, he pulled them off. The "female body sushi" performer involuntarily twitched in pain. Seeing how drunk he was, I quickly paid the bill and took him back to his accommodation.
I'd heard that Japan's sex industry was highly developed, and I couldn't miss the chance to experience it firsthand this time. So, after settling my friend in, I headed straight to Kabukicho, Tokyo's largest red-light district. I went to a nightclub called Purple Butterfly. In the lobby dance floor, twelve strippers were kicking their thighs in unison under constantly changing colored lights. They were topless, and the yellow gauze wrapped around their waists rose and fell with their spins. To the deafening rhythm of rock music, they swayed their hips, making various naked and sensual movements.
Suddenly, the lights in the lobby went out, leaving only a few spotlights illuminating the stage. At this moment, as Latin dance music began to play, three naked girls appeared on the stage. Whistles immediately erupted from below the stage. The three naked girls danced pole dancing on the stage, oblivious to everyone around them. Their full breasts jiggled with the music, and the brass bells hanging from their nipples made a crisp sound from time to time.
I went to the bar, ordered a beer, and sat down to watch the pole dance. Suddenly, I noticed a lonely girl in a dimly lit corner, and I decided to go over and strike up a conversation. As I approached, I noticed she had a refined air about her and a good figure. She wore a blue satin sweater with a wide collar and rabbit fur trim, black chunky knit trousers, a white chunky knit scarf with colorful pearl brooches, a black suede striped headscarf embroidered with butterflies, and purple velvet studded high heels. The wide silver bracelet on her wrist added a unique touch. During our conversation, I learned her name was Kikukawa Rei, she was 22 years old, currently studying at the University of Tokyo, and working part-time as a fashion and swimsuit model. Today was her first day as a call girl, and I was her first client. She shyly told me she was still a virgin. I was skeptical, but after agreeing on a price, she gave me a room number and told me to come to her room upstairs in half an hour.
Considering Kikukawa Rei might be a first-timer, I decided to buy some female aphrodisiacs to enhance the experience. Sex shops are ubiquitous in the red-light district. I went into one and found a product called Black Butterfly Spray. It's a new type of female arousal spray, formulated with an ancient court secret recipe. Absorbed through the skin and mucous membranes, it strongly contracts the vaginal walls, excites nerves, promotes hormone secretion, increases arousal, and causes labial swelling, clitoral swelling, and enhanced tightness, bringing orgasm 5-10 minutes earlier. It also has anti-inflammatory and antibacterial properties, preventing the spread of sexually
transmitted diseases. Just spray 0.5ml into the vagina 5 minutes before intercourse to create a warm, tingling, tight feeling and increased desire. This was perfect for Kikukawa Rei. I also purchased Passion Lotion from DOC. Johnson, America's leading sex product brand. Developed by American sexologists using a reverse-thinking approach, this specially formulated liquid, when applied to the nipples, provides a harder, more stimulating sensation, enhancing the desire for intercourse. As I was paying, the shopkeeper recommended a lactation-inducing mixture, claiming it not only had aphrodisiac effects but could also cause the recipient to produce milk even before childbirth.
The reason, he explained, was that it contained an ingredient called an "empty pregnancy lactation-inducing agent." Initially, the recipient would experience intense itching in sensitive areas like the breasts and vulva, accompanied by waves of uncontrollable sexual arousal. They would then have to rub and scratch their breasts and vulva. This rubbing and scratching would cause congestion, erection, and uncontrollable sexual arousal in areas like the nipples and clitoris. Half an hour later, the breasts would rapidly swell and produce copious amounts of milk.
At this point, the girl injected with this aphrodisiac would experience even more intense itching in her breasts, and the rapid swelling would cause excruciating, almost bursting pain, forcing her to constantly express milk to alleviate the pain. Intrigued, I bought an injection.
Half an hour later, I arrived at Kikukawa Rei's room with the newly purchased aphrodisiac. Upon opening the door, my eyes lit up. Kikukawa Rei had changed into a different outfit, sporting a romantic purple-streaked hairstyle, a natural makeup look, and simple crystal earrings. She wore a semi-sheer black spaghetti strap dress, low-cut to reveal her partially concealed breasts. Tiny flowers adorned the dress from her bust to her lower abdomen, like delicate spring blossoms, the thin straps draped lazily over her shoulders.
Her feet, painted with blue gradient nail polish, wore blue-black beaded high-heeled sandals. A star-shaped rhinestone tattoo shone brightly on her ankles, while a silver anklet with a heart-shaped pendant completed her look—a delicate and alluring beauty. We entered the room, where Kikukawa Rei had already prepared a late-night snack.
We drank and chatted; she was of French and Japanese descent. I gazed at Kikukawa Rei; glistening water droplets clung to her cloud-like hair, her fitted dress unable to conceal her graceful curves, her voluptuous figure subtly revealed, her breasts high and firm, her legs long and slender, rounded and beautiful, her waist so slender it could be encircled by a single hand. Her beautiful eyes were like a pool of crystal-clear spring water, pure and captivating. Her delicate, oval face, framed by soft, cherry-red lips, a charming, delicate nose, and a graceful, upturned chin, exuded a gentle and alluring beauty. Bathed in the soft glow of the pearl, she resembled a fairy descended from heaven, her breathtaking beauty enough to shame the flowers and eclipse the moon, making fish sink and geese fall from the sky. I caught a whiff of Kikukawa Rei's unique, orchid-like fragrance.
I took a deep breath, my left hand reaching for her slender waist. When my hand touched her waist, she trembled slightly. With a gentle pull, I drew her into my arms, my right hand encircling her fragrant shoulder. In my embrace, she appeared weak and powerless, breathing softly. I pulled Kikukawa Rei even tighter in my arms, kissing her delicate earlobe before finally settling on her alluring red lips. Attacked by my fiery lips, she felt as if she were in a dream. When my tongue parted her lips, she offered no resistance. As our lips intertwined, saliva welled in her mouth. I suddenly attacked again, my thick lips sealing her moist, soft lips. A surge of saliva welled up from under her tongue as I sucked, as if she had been waiting for this moment. The kiss felt so wonderful; our tongues entwined, sucking at each other, unwilling to part.
I gently pulled down her bra strap and kissed her neck down to her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, only heart-shaped nipple covers on her already erect nipples. I tore the covers off with my mouth, revealing Kikukawa Rei's beautiful breasts. These tender, snowy peaks of a young girl were full and proud, a gem among gems in color, shape, and elasticity.
Especially striking was the red rose tattoo blooming between her breasts. Her smooth, cone-shaped breasts were not only crystal clear and white, with a smooth and delicate texture, but also remarkably firm and symmetrical in shape. The two small, round, bright red nipples were dazzling, instantly reminiscent of ripe cherries in a forest. These beautiful breasts were incredibly elastic; even a gentle touch could produce a wonderfully subtle tremor.
I first circled her right breast, then lightly touched the nipple. Kikukawa Rei's consciousness seemed to follow the circle; each strike to the cherry-like nipples sent an electric shock, the current flowing upwards to her brain and downwards to her Eden. Just as her right breast began to adjust, I moved on to her left, repeatedly squeezing and licking both breasts.
I held her breast firmly in my mouth, my right hand tracing down her cleavage to her lower abdomen, reaching the girl's secret garden. It seemed very wet down there, but not just wet; it seemed to be overflowing.
Seeing that the time was ripe, I swiftly tore off Kikukawa Rei's sexy gauze dress. Now she was only wearing those sexy, alluring panties, the sheer fabric clinging to her soft, feminine skin. The tiny triangle barely covered her private parts, revealing glimpses of her mysterious pubic hair. A blooming flower was embroidered on the panties, delicate and charming. A thin strap encircled her waist, revealing her sexy buttocks completely. From the back, only a T-shaped strap ran through her secret valley. I immediately took out my phone and snapped a few pictures of this little beauty.
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