Before I realized it, the world had become strange.
"Oh, um, mister. How about 300,000 yen for something special?"
With softly flowing flaxen hair that reached to about shoulder length in a straight bob style, and skin as white as virgin snow. Her eyes were large and round, her nose was straight, and her lips were a lustrous and beautiful shade of cherry blossom pink.
She was just a bit shorter than me, not particularly petite or tall.
But what caught my attention the most was her enormous bust, as big as if she had hidden a handball inside her clothes.
We're about the same age, maybe a little older?
She was dressed in a casual seven-eighths sleeve t-shirt that exposed her shoulders slightly, paired with denim shorts. Her style was laid-back, but aside from her large bust, it was clear that she had a slim waist and an incredibly good figure.
She was such a beauty, and she didn't seem to be wearing any makeup. Well, she probably didn't need to. She was by far the most beautiful woman I had ever met in my 19 years of life.
I became convinced. This was an offer for a "Sugar Daddy" arrangement.
Even though I'm not of the age for such arrangements, and I'm still holding onto the dream of losing my virginity through my own efforts, the woman in front of me was so beautiful that I would be willing to spend the night with her for 300,000 yen.
But there's a problem. I'm 19 years old. I'm leading a life that's a mix of part-time work and unemployment.
In other words, I'm broke.
Should I take out a loan?
Spending a night with the woman in front of me would be worth that much.
But who would lend me that kind of money? I have no connections.
Living as a freeter, getting kicked out of numerous part-time jobs, and barely scraping by while eating meals in internet cafes. I can't possibly come up with 300,000 yen.
Trembling hands, nearly shedding tears of blood, I handed over my smartphone that was cracked and broken.
"Um, well. You're very beautiful and attractive, but… I can't afford 300,000 yen, so could I at least exchange contact information?"
If I'm lucky enough to persuade her, it will be free.
If she rejects exchanging contact information here — if I'm surely never going to see her again without even meeting her — I'll spend weeks in agony and regret. But with my current situation, I can't come up with 300,000 yen, even if I stand on my head.
I looked up at her face, expecting her to be disappointed upon realizing I have no money.
With a slightly flushed face, the woman had a very puzzled expression.
"…Of course, but just so you know, it's me who would pay you 300,000 yen."
"…Huh?"
Is this a scam? Is this some kind of beautiful woman scam? Or maybe this is a dream I'm seeing while napping, after being repeatedly fired from various part-time jobs, living as a freeter and unemployed, and deceptively masking my hunger.
This is far too convenient. For a poor and virgin me, a beautiful woman not only offers to have sex with me, but she's also going to give me money. This situation is way too perfect.
"Why… would you do that?"
"Why? Well… you're a really sexy and attractive mister and um, besides… there might not be another young man walking around this town so confidently. Isn't that right?"
No, that's not right.
There are plenty of better-looking and wealthier men around this town than me. I'm sure a beauty like her could easily get any handsome guy around here to agree with "I'll sleep with you for 300,000 yen."
While thinking such things and scanning the streets, I realized something strange for the first time.
I couldn't spot any men.
This area has multiple corporations and the campus of a national university's science department on a hill a little way off. It's 5 p.m. The place is near a train station.
During this time, the station would be a bit crowded due to the release of white-collar workers and male university students who seem to be uninvolved in any clubs.
The nearby campus is a national science university, so female students are rarely seen around here. Though you'd come across office ladies, the number of male salarymen is still greater in proportion.
The station I know usually has mainly men. It's not a place suitable for picking up girls.
However, all I can see walking down the streets are women. Moreover, these women walking around aren't wearing makeup or anything.
It's strange.
It's just that there are only women where women are usually rare. Despite this minor strangeness, I didn't really care about the world being weird or feeling uneasy anymore.
"What's the matter? Well, if 300,000 is not enough, I will pay you 500,000 yen…"
A beauty beyond reach for someone Like Me at the bottom of society is approaching for a reverse Pickup. It might be possible to have sex with this unbelievably beautiful onee-san with large breasts and an amazing figure.
I haven't completely ruled out the possibility of fraud.
If I were to follow her carelessly, there might be some scary guys waiting.
However, I'm at the bottom of society, a mix of unemployment and part-time work. Unfortunately, I have nothing to lose.
Even if there were some intimidating guys waiting, just the fact that I could walk alongside such a beautiful person would be worth it.
"Oh, if you're okay with me…"
"R-really!? Yay!"
The onee-san jumps up and down like a child, innocently delighted. Her big bust bounces as she does.
"Um, is it okay if we link arms?"
"O-of course."
Distracted by her boisterous cleavage, I reflexively give permission, and she links her arm with mine, pressing her big breasts against my arm. I can feel her heartbeat.
Blushing, the onee-san, with her innocent reaction and the unexpected arm-link service, raises my hopes that "maybe this isn't a scam after all…"
"Oh, your arm, mister, it's so firm. You're muscular. Do you work out?"
"N-no, not really. I was doing construction work until a little while ago."
Even for other part-time jobs, being a young guy, I often got stuck with heavy lifting. Even without intentionally training, I naturally became muscular.
"Construction work!? Men doing something like that…"
"Is it unusual?"
"Yes, very much. Men only need to make babies to get by. You hardly hear about men doing labor or anything."
…What kind of erotic manga dream world is this? Men can get by just by making babies!?
In my understanding, you work yourself to death, save up money, work hard to charm women and then maybe, if you're lucky, you get to make a baby once. Yet, here, men can make a living just by procreating. This must be a different world (I'm convinced).
"Wow. By the way… Oh, onee-san. Come to think of it, what's your name?"
"Oh! Th-this is rude of me! I didn't even introduce myself. I'm Kato Shizuki. My friends call me Shizu. I'm a third-year university student."
"Nice to meet you, Shizuki-san. I'm Miyanaga Yuki. I'm a freeter."
"Y-Yuki-san. Nice to meet you."
"Come to think of it, is that your university over there? …You're a university student, but can you afford 500,000 yen?"
"U-um, yes. Well… I tutor, and the pay is quite good. Besides, even if the worst comes to worst, I can definitely get money from my mother."
"Is that so?"
"Yes. Ab-absolutely. I will definitely pay, no matter what."
Shizuki tightly embraces my arm. …I won't run away, even if you don't have money. Or even if she were to admit now, "Actually, I can't even pay 50,000 yen", I'm fully committed to going with Shizuki.
However, I currently don't have any money on me. So, if she doesn't bring money for the hotel, we'll end up having public sex in some back alley or bushes. …It would be a memorable moment for me as I lose my virginity and I do prefer it to be indoors for my first time, so I hope she'll cover the hotel cost at least.
"H-here we are…"
Amidst all that, we arrived in front of the five-story building.
A conspicuously large sign read HOTEL.
We walked past a restaurant with a sign that said "Buffet available in the morning." I was about to stop and take a closer look out of curiosity when Shizuki-san pulled me towards the front desk.
As expected, the receptionist was a woman.
A woman was also the one carrying various items and getting on the elevator.
However, this was undoubtedly a genuine hotel.
Just a few seconds ago, I had been considering the possibility of being taken to an office with scary guys. As I entered this genuine hotel, I couldn't help but get excited, realizing that I might actually have sex with Shizuki-san.
"A double for two, please."
"A double for two. Could you please provide your name, address, and phone number? May I also ask the accompanying gentleman to provide this information?"
Shizuki-san began filling out the form as instructed by the receptionist.
Meanwhile, the receptionist seemed to fixate on me, perhaps because it was uncommon to see a man in this setting.
Her face appeared slightly flushed and her gaze was like that of a beast stalking its prey.
Shizuki-san hugged me, pressing her ample bosom against me and shot a light glare at the receptionist. The receptionist awkwardly averted her gaze.
…It felt like I was becoming the protagonist of a harem story. Did my time of being popular suddenly arrive?
Amidst all this, we received our key and entered the elevator together.
With each floor that went up, tension increased. Just imagining the act that I was about to engage in with this busty beauty, whose arms were wrapped tightly around mine, made my arousal evident even through my pants.
The elevator "dinged" open, and before Shizuki-san could pull me, we arrived in front of the door with '807' written on it.
Shizuki-san trembled as she fumbled with the key a few times before successfully unlocking the door. Her nervousness was palpable.
We entered the room. Naturally, there was no one else in the room, and there were no scary guys to threaten me.
It wasn't a lie. I pinched my cheek to confirm that it hurt. It wasn't a dream.
Right. So I'm about to have sex with Shizuki-san…