Are there men who’d be okay with me being in my 40s and plus-size, even though I’m around a K cup?

I’m way too curious about what happened with Fuu getting blocked on LINE. I hope Darling comes back soon and tells Fuu the whole story. This kind of thing scares me, so I always keep my distance from other women. And Ace’s wedding window is getting closer by the day... I prefer slender women, so I wouldn’t make an offer to the person asking this question, and I doubt she’d have much demand on Universe Club. That said, plenty of men like curvier women, so why not try your luck somewhere else? As for me, the woman I went on my first adult date with today turned out to be a little on the curvy side once we got undressed, and I almost couldn’t perform, sweat.

I’m not particularly good at Fuu, but there’s definitely some demand for large breasts. The real question is how “chubby” she is, I guess. Unless she has a pretty face and a curvy figure with some areas that are nicely toned—basically, slightly chubby but still firm—it sounds pretty tough. She’d probably be happier working at a plus-size-focused snack bar or something. I bet she’d be incredibly popular there. P.S. Loser-san, seriously, I’d love to write a column or blog, lol. But don’t worry—I keep finding better women. Actually, the reason she probably blocked me on LINE may not have been just because I confessed my feelings. She had an amazing body, and we ended up staying over and going six times in one night. That may have been part of it too. She was so tight deep inside that I got hooked. I even managed more rounds than when I was a college student, lol. (New record, lol.) I guess asking for too much and going at it too often probably played a part as well. I’ve reflected on that! Now I’m being more sensible: twice a week, with a different woman each time, and two rounds each, lol.

I’m a big fan of curvy women with K-cup breasts. That said, I’d probably draw the line at around 80 kg. I searched for “reverse sailor uniform” and “reverse bunny.” Ah, I see—the only parts that should be covered are the ones left exposed. I ordered one on Amazon. P.S. I see. I was wondering why they don’t sell clothes that leave everything completely exposed—that’s what it means. Looks like you need the patience to hand-sew everything yourself. This is where you really have to put in the effort.

I’ve made offers to women in their 30s and 40s on Uni, and had sex with them, but they were people who had left comments when I was just starting to write my column. Looking back, I think it was probably a remnant of the days before I started papa-katsu (compensated dating in Japan), when I would pursue women in real life and sleep with them without any money changing hands. Of course, I was aware that this was a papa-katsu setting, so I did give them an allowance. For women in their 40s and older especially, I think exchanging money is tied directly to their pride. They want sex too—if anything, being in their 40s makes them want it all the more. But they’re afraid of being hurt as women. When a woman in her 40s wants an allowance, it probably isn’t greed for money; she wants her value as a woman affirmed. It’s similar to the “papa-katsu midlife crisis” some men in their 40s go through, where they resist relationships involving money, but I think this goes even deeper. If you can’t read between the lines, it’s just too cruel. Honestly, I think people who are that insensitive are absolute garbage. Anyway, that’s beside the point. Yesterday, I penetrated a 21-year-old in an airport departure lounge. I was wearing a black T-shirt and camouflage pants, while the girl was dressed in a modest white floral dress. My pants don’t have a zipper, but I’d made a hole in the bottom of the pocket, so I could pull my penis through it. We sat on a bench near a gate at the very end, where no flights were scheduled, and I took her underwear off, held her on top of me, and inserted myself. I didn’t ejaculate, of course, but I probably thrust about 20 times. A father with a little boy who wanted to explore all the way to the end came by briefly, along with a security guard. We immediately moved apart and pretended to be a couple embracing, so we got away with it. They passed by as if they hadn’t noticed anything. It would be nice if we could do it in the airplane restroom, like in the old film Emmanuelle, but that’s not realistic. After we arrived, we rented a car and parked in a pay lot downtown. There, too, I managed one insertion from behind in the shadows beside the car. I enjoy finding situations where it seems like people might be watching, but no one actually is. I quickly scan the surroundings and judge whether anyone is nearby or whether there are security cameras. It feels like playing Mission: Impossible. Behind some rocks on the beach near the hotel, I had her take off her bikini bottoms and inserted myself again. Bikinis are surprisingly difficult to remove because they usually have an extra layer underneath. The hotel only had a twin room with two single beds, so I asked, “Are we sleeping separately?” “Which would you prefer?” “I’d of course be happy sleeping together. How about we start out next to each other, and if it’s too cramped to fall asleep, we can move?” “Okay. Should I take my clothes off?” “Of course.” And now it’s 2:30 a.m. She’s been sleeping completely naked, facing me and clinging to me, breathing softly. I often wake up around this time, so I’m writing this now. It’s basically a diary. I tried to book a boat snorkeling tour, but they turned me away because people over 60 aren’t allowed. In some ways, I think I’m more energetic than people in their 20s. But there’s nothing I can do, so today we’ll just quietly enjoy the beach. The mission is to show this 21-year-old, who has never seen a southern sea, some beautiful little fish—and to have sex underwater. If I ejaculated, would the sperm become food for the fish? It couldn’t reach an egg, but at least it might nourish the little fish and help her enjoy the beautiful ocean. The 21-year-old is pushing against me in her sleep—or rather, clinging to me so forcefully that I’m about to fall off the bed. I need to put my phone back on the charging cable and push her back just as hard while I hug her. Love, money, possessiveness—all of that is completely irrelevant. Just cater to my preferences. Whether she’s sincere or acting doesn’t matter to me. Only the facts of what happened matter. The day before yesterday, I dressed a 19-year-old in a reverse sailor uniform and took her to a sex club. If you don’t know what a reverse sailor uniform is, look it up. The vertical slit is incredibly erotic. It only really stands out on women without pubic hair, though, so that part comes down to personal preference. As for the reverse sailor uniform, the top is fine, but the inner part of the bottom is a little too long, so the vertical slit tends to get covered. I cut it with scissors, hand-stitched it, and sewed it back together. Seattle-san, you might want to buy a sewing kit at a ¥100 shop and adjust the amount of exposure to your liking. The girl who clung to me all night on the single bed—I inserted myself as soon as we woke up. I’m only the second person she’s been with, and because she tends to experience pain due to being tight, I figured we should properly stretch her out while we had the chance. There were families at the breakfast buffet, and an age-gap couple isn’t exactly a pleasant sight no matter how you look at it. But this girl really does her best. She keeps a distance from me like an obedient dog, which saves me from suffering a major embarrassment. It’s important for both men and women not to humiliate the person they’re with. That’s what you call honor. If you meet someone through papa-katsu and have sex with them, you give them an allowance regardless of their age. In a sense, it concerns human dignity, and depending on what kind of world you live in, it’s the sort of thing you can’t complain about even if you get killed over it. This is starting to sound like a yakuza story, but I’m absolutely not involved in organized crime. It’s just that, because of my line of work, I sometimes do business with people from that world, and they can see through your temperament—or your true intentions. It’s important to keep your word and do things properly. With both the reverse sailor uniform and dating, the key is to clearly show the other person one straight line. Valuing shame also connects to humiliation play, so they’re surprisingly similar. A man in compensated dating should keep his inner tie fastened even when he’s completely naked with his penis exposed. This is called the principle of the naked necktie. It’s written in Volume One of the Papa-katsu Hagakure. Wouldn’t it be a little pathetic if, once you’re in your 40s, your only selling point is having large breasts?

I vote for Mr. Maezawa. Personally, what's inside matters more to me than looks.

If you’re asking whether they exist, I’d say they do. That said, I feel it’s more often decided by factors that aren’t written down—such as whether you’re fun to talk to, intelligent, or have a cute, pretty, or beautiful face even if you’re a little curvy.