I loved my girlfriend as a person, but our sexual chemistry was terrible, and every time we had sex I felt emptier. I finally complained to Ibuki, my junior coworker, who challenged me: if my love was real, one night with her would not change it. She claimed every ex had called her the best sex of his life and confidently invited me to try her just once. Weak against her pressure, I ended up at a love hotel. Under her usual baggy streetwear was an astonishingly toned, slender body with big breasts and a soft-looking ass. Her kisses, blowjob, nipple play, and riding were all on another level. It was the best sex I had ever experienced, over far too quickly. When she asked whether she had lived up to the hype, my answer was simple: “I want to do it again.”