I had planned a birthday date with my girlfriend, booking a hotel, an expensive dinner, and even a cruise—only for her to dump me the night before. Bitter and facing the prospect of taking the cruise alone, I post a desperate message on social media asking for someone to comfort me. A woman who used to live nearby and whom I have not seen in years replies. She arrives at our meeting place smiling in a yukata, familiar yet now strikingly mature. “You still think I'm a child, don't you?” she says before suddenly kissing me. We tumble into the reserved hotel room and have sex again and again, filling her with creampies until morning.