Haruna Michiko, a second-year university student at a Tokyo sports college and currently minding the shop in place of her ailing grandmother during the break, flashed a bright smile.
The reason for her radiant grin was none other than…
‘Hehe.
Spotted a cute hunk!’ She had laid eyes on a handsome guy who was right up her alley.
Of course, the buzzcut and lack of any sleazy vibe weren’t exactly helping his case.
‘To have that kind of face without any hair…!’ When she considered the value of that face, a little baldness was more than forgivable.
Michiko had seen plenty of guys while attending sports college.
Not that she’d dated any of them, of course.
It was just the nature of the place—inevitable exposure to all sorts of men.
Even in that environment, guys with looks like his were few and far between.
Top 1%?
No, maybe even top 0.1% territory!
And if he looked this good bald, just imagine him with hair.
The possibilities were tantalizing.
Of course, that wasn’t the only reason she’d dragged this kid to the back room.
No normal person would haul a buzzcut beauty into the inner chamber purely for his looks.
Discriminating based on hair?
Put it in terms of women: guys wouldn’t exactly line up for a bald woman either.
In that sense, her motive was simple.
She was a hardcore face-connoisseur with a severe weakness for handsome men.
That didn’t mean she jumped every pretty boy she saw or dragged them straight to the bedroom, though.
Usually, she’d just fantasize intensely about imaginary romances.
So why had she seduced Takuya?
It was a deeply complex…
‘I wanted to give my first time to a handsome guy who seemed kinda innocent.’ Just a personal fantasy—a virgin’s delusion, really.
You know how it is.
Back in school days, swearing you’d confess under blooming cherry blossoms.
That’s what she had in mind.
Snag this hunk’s virginity before other women could touch him.
Obviously, she wasn’t about to let a golden opportunity like this slip by.
Time to devour him.
Thinking that inwardly, Michiko led Takuya to the small storage room at the back of the inner chamber.
With Grandma coming to the shop soon, she didn’t want her sniffing out any scents.
Better to do it in the storage room she rarely entered.
Once inside, Michiko immediately pinned Takuya against the wall and yanked down his pants.
‘Alright then, time to feast on this hunk’s cock♪’ Imagining the average guy’s dick from the doujinshi she usually ogled.
But what greeted her was…
“Wha—huh?!” Throb!
A massive rod far beyond her expectations—no, beyond imagination.
The moment Michiko saw that enormous cock, she sensed something was off, but it was already too late.
‘Where do you think you’re going.’ Takuya caught her blatantly flustered expression and pressed his lips to hers.
“Mmph♥?!
Wh-what the—stop it!” Michiko struggled to push him away from the sudden kiss, but…
‘Wh-what strength!’ The more she resisted, the more fiercely Takuya clung to her, devouring her lips.
Mmmph.
Slurp.
Smooch.
How much time passed as Takuya ravished her lips?
Smooch♥ A thin string snapped between their lips after one final deep kiss, and Michiko spoke to Takuya in a voice utterly undone.
“Stoooop♥ You triiiicked meeee♥♥♥” Takuya wiped the saliva from his mouth casually and replied to her accusation.
“I never lied.
My dick really is unusual.
It’s just…” He glanced at his cock, which showed no signs of softening, and continued.
“I know exactly how to use it.” Michiko shot him a wronged look at his answer, but it was far too late.
The reins had fully passed to Takuya.
All she could do now was one thing.
“Th-then, at least since it’s my first time…
be gentle…” Beg.
Takuya responded to her plea by sliding his hand under her top.
Squish~ Grabbing her breast.
“Ahhn♥!!” Naturally, Michiko didn’t resist.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ I’m not some loser.
Simple reason for saying that out of nowhere.
I worried people might mistake me for one based on how I’ve acted around women so far.