I always felt like there was something wrong with me.
I'd see those couples having fun together and think, "That looks nice. I hope I find someone important like that for me someday."
But I couldn't.
And it wasn't for lack of options.
Not to brag, but I had looks on a national level. Women would see me on the street and immediately assume I was some kind of model.
At school, girls practically drooled over my appearance. Love confession letters were the one thing that never ran out in my locker — if I piled them all together, I could probably make a small mountain.
The real problem is that I can't feel attraction toward women...
Don't get me wrong, I don't like men either.
It's just that… I can't feel that way. You know, in love.
When I look at a girl, the first things I notice are her breasts and her ass. If they're to my liking, I think, "Damn… I'd love to fuck that girl."
Yeah.
That's exactly what I think.
I want to fuck that girl. Spank her ass until she goes hoarse from moaning my name.
That's how my life has been so far.
Just one-night stands. Nothing serious.
But this year, at this new school, I promised myself I'd change my life.
This time, I'm going to get a girlfriend!
...
My name is Leon, and I was born and raised in Germany.
But recently I moved to Japan because my parents wanted me to study at this prestigious school.
I'm not upset about it. On the contrary.
I'm excited!
The idea of being able to sleep with beautiful Japanese girls… actually, that shouldn't be the focus.
Yeah, the real focus is getting a girlfriend!
I grabbed some random clothes from the closet — a set of black sweatpants and an equally dark shirt.
They were all basically the same anyway, so it didn't really matter. But since this one was a bit wrinkled, I decided to iron it.
After all, I should look presentable for the entrance ceremony.
"Wow, who's that handsome guy in the mirror?"
In the mirror, a man with blond hair and sky-blue eyes stared back at me with a piercing gaze.
"Oh right, it's me!"
I laughed at my own joke.
Talking to myself is a habit I have when I'm nervous, but I only do it at home. Doing it out in public would be pretty weird.
"Well then, let's go."
I grabbed my backpack from the table. It felt light as a feather when I slung it over my shoulders.
It was the first day, and most of the time would be spent on the entrance ceremony, so there was no point bringing notebooks and stuff.
"Goodbye, house!"
I'd been living alone in this apartment since I arrived — not that my parents were very present before that anyway...
So yeah, the house was the only thing I had to say goodbye to.
The entrance ceremony starts at seven in the morning. It's six now, so I'm confident I'll get there early.
...
After a few minutes riding my motorcycle, I realized it was already six-thirty, and still there was no sign of anything that looked like an elite school.
"I'm lost."
I looked again at the phone mounted on the holder attached to my bike.
The GPS said to just keep going straight, but when I did, the route changed.
And it kept doing that.
"Damn it…"
I grimaced and decided to stop by a nearby bakery to ask for directions.
The moment I stepped inside, I could smell fresh bread with a faint sweet aroma.
The bakery had a calm Western style, with the atmosphere of an old traditional house.
Several wooden tables were neatly arranged around the medium-sized room, each decorated in a delicate, understated way — nothing flashy, just pleasant.
At the back of the room, there was a counter with a display case showing all kinds of cakes.
But what really caught my attention was the MILF standing right behind that counter.
She was a mature woman with long dark hair falling over her shoulders and a pair of delicate glasses resting on her serene face. Beneath her small, cute nose were a pair of plump lips that looked downright juicy, and beside them was a charming beauty mark.
And of course, we can't forget her perfect hourglass figure. The bakery's simple uniform was stretched to its limit, failing to hide her generous curves.
She looked a little discouraged by the lack of customers, but as soon as she saw me walk in, she gave me a gentle smile.
"Good morning, dear. Welcome… what would you like today? We've got fresh bread that just came out of the oven."
Her voice was slow and warm, almost maternal.
But maybe because I'd dealt with many women before, I noticed a faint hint of seduction in the way she spoke. It didn't seem intentional — almost like it was unconscious.
"Ah, no. I'm not here to buy anything. I just wanted to ask if you could tell me where Reimei Academy is."
The MILF attendant tilted her head in confusion.
"Sorry, what did you say?"
"..."
God, how embarrassing... I forgot I'm in Japan and spoke German to the attendant. Good thing I learned Japanese beforehand, or this would've been even worse.
I coughed twice and spoke again, this time in fluent Japanese.
"Sorry, I'm new here in Japan and got mixed up… Anyway, I'm a student at Reimei Academy, but I got lost along the way and wanted to ask for directions."
"I thought you looked like a foreigner."
The attendant laughed softly, which only made me feel even more embarrassed.
"Don't be shy, sweetie. Reimei Academy is a bit far from here. My daughter studies there too, but she left quite a while ago…"
Once I calmed down, I paid attention to her words and found out where the academy was.
Saying it was "a bit far" was an understatement. The academy was in a remote place, almost on the outskirts of Tokyo.
Luckily, there was a bus station that went directly there.
"Thanks for the information!"
"You're welcome."
I thanked the attendant and jumped onto my motorcycle. Not wanting to waste any more time, I quickly started it and sped off.
There's nothing more satisfying than hearing the roar of the engine while cutting through the road at high speed.
This is pure adrenaline!
Only after I was far from the bakery did I realize the mistake I'd made.
"Damn it, a beautiful MILF like that and I didn't even ask her name!"
My heart filled with regret, since I didn't even remember where the bakery was anymore.
But whatever. If we're really destined to meet, we'll run into each other again.