In your life, you will meet many women.
Even after a thousand hammers of life, having been trained to be invulnerable to weapons and poison.
There are women who can still, when they first meet.
Disintegrate your defenses in an instant.
In no time at all, you think you’re strong.
Just when you think happiness has arrived.
Not knowing that there are only two options waiting for you.
Turn left, or, turn right.
Turn left, it’s hell.
Turn right, also hell.
An upscale mall opened locally that year, though not as upscale as something like Ginza Wanda.
But with the average local income, the working class really can’t afford it.
Friends heard that there was a really good steak at the mall.
They felt I was an experienced eater, in the spirit of majority rule.
It was with a strong heart that I set out alone on the road of no return to taste-testing.
There is a magical thing they call “fate” in the West.
In the East, we call this “Fate.”
If it wasn’t the day the scenic elevator was serviced.
I wouldn’t have taken the escalator, I wouldn’t have met her at the entrance of the elevator.
It was a men’s brand boutique, and she was the merchandiser.
She just stood there, like a white swan.
She was cold and arrogant.
I went to her after the steak, and I spent the entire meal thinking about how to approach her.
I was afraid of scaring her.
Actually I wasn’t short of clothes, my sister was close to spoiling me.
The outfit that was arranged for me was mostly custom made.
When she asked me what size I was, I told her to wait.
Walking to the front of the store pretending to pick up the phone and pretending to dial.
And then talk to yourself into the microphone.
“Mom, what size shirt and pants do I wear?”
“Well, Mom, I just finished eating.”
“No go no go, how many times have I told you, I’ll find my own daughter-in-law!”
“Hang up first Mom, I’m shopping for clothes.”
bought ten thousand dollars worth of clothes from her store, and used it to get her phone number.
He said that if there was something inappropriate, he could ask her to change it.
After two days, I asked her out to dinner without any problems.
That day, we let a colleague at work borrow the car for the wedding.
He drove his used substitute Sonata to the appointment.
After that appointment, it was all reasons and excuses, alas!
During that time I went to her store twice more to buy clothes, and I wouldn’t give up.
She was polite to me, and only polite.
Life is not as good as it should be.
Afterwards, my boss’s family traveled abroad because I was related to him.
Plus there were several important suppliers to entertain during that time.
I picked up a Mercedes S350 from my boss’s garage.
After finally putting the last of the fortunes on the plane.
In the evening, we drove straight to the bar to relax.
It’s getting hot, and the girls who aren’t afraid of the cold are passing on the stocking skirts.
The bar also had seats set up outside the door when I got off.
What a coincidence, she was at the table closest to my car, with some female friends.
I sighed, smiled at her, and went inside to sit at my usual table at the bar.
As the lights went up and the night wore on, I got a little dizzy lying on the bar.
Lazily listening to ambiguous music and letting my mind go blank.
It was one of my favorite moments.
I had forgotten she existed until she asked me if she could sit next to me.
She said she was busy at home during that time and wasn’t in the mood to date me.
I smiled, and didn’t even feel like opening my mouth to give it a pass.
If, and I mean if.
She doesn’t appear in front of me, she doesn’t ask if I can sit down.
I can still have a brief memory of it.
From time to time, I can think of a cool girl who rejected me.
And at this time, I was still interested in her.
A kind of interest in the prey.
Without the trepidation of running a business, the hunting routine has been carved into the bones.
You don’t have to breathe to play on your own.
A darkened roadside carnage sanctuary where she’s still playing with her poor mind when she’s about to strip her naked.
She said don’t get someone’s car dirty.
I showed her my driver’s license, which was in the name of the company that bought the car.
I then threw over my business card, which had the name of the company on it.
Contacts, no titles like positions.
Industry more bosses, business cards more so.
My relatives have a lot of property, and I’m half owner.
The poor girl was thus beyond suspicion.
I’m going to offer her fresh flesh for my pleasure.
I thought I’d take her home after the car-rock.
I never thought that her lips would be so sweet, her waist so soft.
It made me feel like a child who had suddenly found a beloved toy and couldn’t let go of it.
In the hotel, I didn’t sleep, and I wouldn’t let her sleep.
One night of madness, one night of lies.
At dawn, when the clear, watery semen gushes out.
The cock is hurting, the heart, too.
With the semen still dangling from the corner of her mouth, she was eager to take on an identity.
She asked me, “What is she?
I said you’re my girlfriend and wrapped my left hand around her back and grabbed the plump left breast.
She wouldn’t let me take the camera with my right hand, so I said I’d look at it every day when I thought of you.
Her body is so attractive in the photo.
I passed out until the afternoon and checked out of the room with a note she left on the table.
Let me give her a call when I wake up.
Is she so confident that I still have her phone number?
I guess she deleted my phone number a long time ago.
Actually, I did keep her phone number.
After cleaning up after yourself and checking out of the room.
I took out my phone and found her name.
Deleted.
Goodbye, some things.
Past.
There will be no coming back.