I’m Joe, a male member just back from night fishing.

I’m Joe, the one who posted this question(?)! I turned the black sea bream I caught into carpaccio and enjoyed it immensely. Naturally, my drink of choice was a Red Star beer. Mac, That comeback was completely unexpected. I’m impressed. That said, this isn’t a bragging story—I’m genuinely at a loss because I can’t handle the situation. I really don’t see things developing the way you described. Paper Airplane, Joe is pretty hopeless in that department too, so I suddenly felt a sense of kinship with you（笑）. By the way, the other day I achieved the Olympic qualifying standard: twice at night and once in the morning—with no doping. “Losing interest when it smells like a brothel” applies to Joe as well. In any case, I sincerely hope the Tokyo Olympics will be held next year. Gaku, Third place: A remote-controlled vibrator is pretty standard, but the combination of a yukata at a historic hot-spring inn really gets the imagination going. If it were “Hoshino-whatever,” the erotic factor would probably be cut in half. Second place: That’s exactly Joe’s style. I’m going to use that one sometime. In my case, though, I’d definitely be the first to go, so it would probably turn into a version where I kept calling out my wife’s name. First place: Unfortunately, this particular scenario doesn’t get Joe’s imagination going. As for why…please just leave that one alone. In any case, Joe has a feeling that one particular lady—one of the “three topless F-cup girls” (that’s the official name; “topless” is figurative)—would be guaranteed to place in the erotic competition at Universe Club.

I’m Gaku, a male member. I don’t have a very large sample size either, but since the keyword is “erotic,” I’ll offer my two cents. The sex itself wasn’t especially erotic. I’m more the type who gets excited when I know the setting, the premise, or the circumstances. **Third place** A historic hot-spring inn. She was in her early twenties and had an M-type personality. We had dinner together while she wore a yukata with no underwear underneath. She had a wireless vibrator inside her, and I held the remote. **Second place** At a party for married people, she was probably in her late thirties and perhaps a former model. Her husband was in his seventies and unable to perform because of illness. She wanted to be held by her husband but couldn’t, so he approved of it. Apparently, I resembled her husband when he was younger, and she climaxed while calling out her husband’s name. **First place** A woman around thirty whom I met early on through Universe. During our adult relationship (intimate), she begged me, “Please fill me up inside.” Apparently, her husband had cheated, and the other woman became pregnant. She still loved her husband and didn’t want to leave him, but she couldn’t forgive him. So she wanted to do the same thing herself and have me help her forgive her husband. That’s all from me.

I’m a male member with a pathetic little paper-airplane penis. Even though it’s such a useless, limp little thing—possibly ED— there was one woman who managed to make me climax twice in about two hours. The first time, I tried out what I’d been training her for: Pavlov’s vagina. Sure enough, she reached a positively dripping state… And I succeeded a second time in under two hours. It was something I hadn’t experienced in decades, so I was like, “Wait, what???” On the other hand, sometimes I’m completely useless, can’t finish, and lose my erection right at the climax… Apparently, if I sense even the slightest gesture that reminds me of a professional, I can no longer become emotionally invested in that woman, and when it’s time to be together, I lose my erection.