“Yomo” April 2021, 19th edition.

I’m a reader of the AHO blog.

In the early days of the AHO blog, I enjoyed reading articles about getting excited about one’s own mother, burning down the yard of a private home with fireworks, and the delicate nuances of a woman with a sulking case of menopause.

However, whether it’s the trend of the times or the concern for compliance, there are so many articles that I can’t get drunk.

It’s not fair to ask for help from others, but, oh, yes, that’s right.

The theme of this issue is “April is the season of encounters and partings. What encounter or parting did you find most fateful? The theme is “April is the season of encounters and partings.

If that’s the case, then I’d be happy if I could write about my encounter and parting with a woman who is now a dick, and if the future flow of my writing will make the great writers of the AHO blog feel that it’s okay to write so much.
From now on, I’d like you to intoxicate me with your intoxicating articles.

The fact that you are reading this means that the offensive has won.

The first time we met was around the time I finished my university entrance ceremony.
A senior invited me to a party in April because he knew I didn’t have a girlfriend.

A compa with female college students.

I had been trying to make a girlfriend at a party since I decided to enter university.

At the first party where I put my life on the line, all the men knew in advance that there was a girl with big breasts on the other side (the secretary of the women’s side).

We headed for Paiyama (in front of Sannomiya Station) with the senior members, who were full of enthusiasm.
The women had already arrived, and it was a large group of 8 to 8.

When the men arrived at Paiyama, they looked around at the boobs of the eight women without even saying hello.

Sure, there were some big tits.
However, the seniors, who were good at arithmetic, instantly came up with the answer “boobs – face = leave it to the juniors” and went towards the sexy older lady, wagging their tails.

As I watched them, I felt as if I had been taught by their backs that “the weak are the strong, and seniors are the absolute.

We arrived at the izakaya (Japanese style pub) we had reserved and the party began. Next to me was my first year male classmate, and across the desk from me was a girl with big tits and a quiet girl next to her.

The drinks were flowing and it was a lot of fun.
She was also a good guy.
When I looked closely at her, I noticed that the quiet girl next to her had a face that I really liked, and I thought she would be a good girlfriend for me.
The seniors were having a great time with the sexy sisters.

After a while, it was time for the last train, but the men who wanted to continue the fun had the courage to ask.

What are you going to do after this?

The women were not Cinderella…! Let’s go to karaoke! So we decided to go all out.

On the way to karaoke, I was left alone with a quiet girl I was starting to like.
If I had been more flirtatious, I could have taken her out to a hotel or something, but I’m a chickenshit, so I did my best to get her contact information.

However, thanks to this contact information, we started texting the next day, went on a date, and by Golden Week, I confessed my feelings to her and we started dating.

I was able to accomplish my mission quickly.
I was so excited.
One month after we started dating, I decided to stay at her house, where she lived alone.

On the first day we did it, I learned a shocking fact.
Yes, the big-boobed girl was my girlfriend.

What? What do you mean?
Those of you with a good intuition may have noticed that the big-boobed girl mentioned during the party was indeed a big-boobed girl, but the information given by the other side’s secretary was about her.

Yes, Big Tits-chan is an F-cup.
She was a G-cup.
G-cup!

She was a quiet, skinny girl who hid the fact that she had big tits.
But when I became her boyfriend, I was able to see her naked, and she was booming.

What a mess.
Oh, she’s giving me a boob job.
What? She’s giving me anal sex!
I have an adult toy!
I love watching porn!
Playing with lotion.
She’ll let me have anal sex with her.
She’s wearing no bra and no pants, just my hoodie, and she’s shopping at the local convenience store.
When I came home after that, she was all wet.
When I invite her to my place of work, she gives me a blowjob in the backyard.
She says she wants to drink my pee.
Wow, I drank it.
I slapped her ass so hard, she was so happy.

Well, despite the fact that she was mature and beautiful visually, she was also a pervert, and thanks to the four years I spent with her, I became a man who couldn’t get excited about her in the slightest.

The end.

Oh, the reason I broke up with her was because she cheated on me, and I was NTR’d by a perverted-looking guy who was more upwardly compatible than me.

The end.