Huh?
I really don’t get it.
Well, I suppose you can do whatever you want.
Continue seeing the people you want to keep seeing.
Say goodbye to the people you can’t continue with.
There’s no need to wait three months if you don’t want to.
And if you like someone, you can keep seeing them for more than three months.
The questioner seems to be thinking of people like objects in the first place.
Without enough respect for them as human beings, I don’t think things will last—even in papa-katsu (compensated dating in Japan).
If you want to win over someone you like,
you have to put yourself in their shoes.
Even if you think they’re the only person who matters to you,
it’s still just one-sided self-indulgence.
Alternatively, you could pay such a generous (well-paying) allowance that even your self-centeredness might be forgiven.
I suppose it comes down to one of those two options.
Work on your ability to pick the right people.
You don’t need to keep dragging things out by meeting six times over three months.
I think it’s better to decide within the first week—after meeting two or three times, or even almost every day—whether you’re compatible enough to want to see each other that often.
The key is whether you’ve found someone you genuinely want to see that much, and whether they’re willing to meet you just as often.
Mr. Loser,
Isn’t that the same whether it’s at a family restaurant or anywhere else...?
Making an offer is fine, but let’s do something about your personal grooming.
Papas, of all people, should be more mindful of their appearance.
Is your stomach sticking out?
Cavities and periodontal disease can cause bad breath, so please go to the dentist.
If your hair is thinning, wear a wig.
Get your spots removed. If it’s just your face, it’ll cost less than ¥100,000.
Get full-body medical hair removal. Armpit and pubic hair in particular can cause odors.
Pay attention to your toenails, too.
P.S.
To compete with Mac-san, I might write a column titled:
“Why do women of Type B suggest, ‘Why don’t we go to a hotel now?’ when you specify a family restaurant or ordinary coffee shop as the first-date location for papa-katsu?”
I wonder if there’s any demand for it at all, haha.
This is a continuation of the story about the 18-year-old virgin.
On our first date, we hugged side by side, with my arm around her shoulders.
On our second date, we had clothed air sex, followed by licking her nipples.
She still hasn’t let me kiss her.
To summarize what I’ve learned so far—at least in her case—she has firm boundaries when it comes to her vagina and lips. However, she seems vulnerable to curveballs like air sex and nipple-licking.
So, what should my next move be on our third date?
First, I invited her to the one-room apartment I rent near my workplace as a place for this sort of thing, and we hugged side by side on the small sofa for two, just like the first time.
She seems to like being close. She presses her body tightly against mine.
Maybe her body is craving a man.
But she’s anxious about the pain and unsure whether this is really the right thing to do, so she can’t bring herself to kiss me or go any further.
When we’re pressed together, her smooth, silky hair brushes against my cheek, and it feels nice.
I wanted to kiss her, but rushing things was out of the question. I couldn’t risk ruining everything.
“Your nipples are okay, right? I promise I won’t undress you any further. How about getting down to just your panties and having air sex again? Of course, no kissing either.”
She gave a small nod.
She doesn’t say much, but she makes her feelings perfectly clear.
By the end of our previous dates, I had figured out that she communicates her intentions in five different ways:
- Shaking her head vigorously from side to side: strong rejection
- Shaking her head once: weak rejection
- Tilting her head: she doesn’t understand or can’t decide
- Giving one small nod: weak approval
- Nodding firmly several times: strong approval
I later discovered that an even stronger sign of approval was answering “yes” in a faint voice, but that’s beside the point. This time, I received a small nod—a weak approval.
Before she could change her mind, I quickly got her down to just her panties and pushed her onto the bed.
As for me, I got completely naked. I made sure the girl kept her panties on. I should be free to take off my own clothes.
“Go ahead and touch it.”
I guided her small hand toward my penis.
“It’s hard and big, isn’t it?”
A small nod.
“Want to try licking it?”
She shook her head vigorously.
“Then let’s do the same air sex as last time. Think of it as a simulation or mental training before the real thing. We’ll get you used to it little by little.”
A small nod.
I pressed and rubbed my penis against her through her panties in the missionary position.
She stared at me with her large eyes.
“How is it? Does it feel good?”
She tilted her head.
“You still don’t really know?”
A small nod.
“Can I kiss you?”
She shook her head firmly.
“Just a little. Just enough for our lips to touch.”
She tilted her head.
While moving my hips, I briefly pressed my lips against hers.
She didn’t seem to dislike it.
After pulling away, we looked into each other’s eyes. It was almost as if we were kissing with our eyes.
“I’m going to kiss you a little more deeply.”
She said nothing.
I pressed my lips to hers and slipped just the tip of my tongue inside.
She didn’t resist.
I pulled away again.
Then we stared at each other, kissing with our eyes.
Next, I brought my lips to hers, parted her front teeth with my tongue, and pushed it deep inside. Our tongues intertwined.
The connection was made.
She had passed the kissing stage.
We moved apart and got into a sixty-nine position, and I looked down at her panties-covered crotch.
Like her bra, they were extremely childish-looking. The fabric was thick, they covered a lot, and they were navy blue—in short, they were pretty unfashionable.
But that was exactly what made them seem genuinely virgin-like, and I liked that about them.
I thought I’d try shifting them slightly to look at her. Would I get away with it? Not that this was mahjong.
When I reached for the crotch of her panties and pulled, she hurriedly stopped me.
“Not okay to look yet?”
She nodded firmly.
“I noticed last time that your bra doesn’t seem to fit properly. Next time, let’s go to a lingerie shop, have you measured, and I’ll buy you something pretty and cute. You’ve never been to a place like that, have you?”
She nodded firmly again.
All right, then—the next date would be at the lingerie shop in Parco. I’d buy her something sheer with very little coverage, maybe even a thong. Once she put it on and we had air sex, it would naturally shift out of place, and I’d finally get to see her virgin pussy in person!
The fourth date would bring fingering and her first blowjob, followed by her first time on the fifth date.
Stay tuned.
> @Make-Ossan
> I have to laugh—there’s no such thing as demand or lack of demand for a contest involving bathroom graffiti.
