Fumi looked at me with a soft, almost curious smile, still leaving her blouse open so the black lace and deep cleavage remained fully on display.
"So… do you have a girlfriend?"
I shook my head, keeping my voice polite and a little shy.
"No… currently I don't."
Her eyes lit up with interest. She shifted on the sofa, the movement making her heavy tits sway inside the open blouse.
"Why? You're so handsome… There must be many girls who are approaching you… in America… or even here in Japan."
Then she tilted her head slightly.
"Oh… you are American, right?"
I nodded.
"Yeah. I recently moved here to Japan after I got a job at Suzuki Enterprise. And as for a girlfriend… when I was in America, I was busy studying for the bar, so I didn't really look for one. Now that I'm here, I'm just getting used to the culture…"
Fumi nodded slowly. Through telepathy, her thoughts turned speculative and clearly interested.
