Five seconds after meeting, we went straight to the hotel. A secret meeting with a slutty woman. Big-breasted slut MAYA. Exposed to men's erotic gazes, sweaty skin, voluptuous H-cup breasts, and a seductive expression. She exists to be exposed to men's erotic gazes, to be their wank material, and to be courted by men. But that's just her public face. Her other face is unimaginably honest about sexual pleasure. There is no end to people who try to meet her secretly, hoping for her body. Some contact her on social media, some wait for her outside, some stalk her. Everyone tries to get close to her by any means necessary, hoping to make her body their own. And she accepts it all. With a pure smile, she engages in the act with a fierce seductiveness. She won't reject anyone who gives her sexual pleasure. She is the very embodiment of eroticism. The incarnation of eroticism. The idea of eroticism. And I was no exception. One day, she and I made a date. It all started with a direct message I sent her. Looking back, I think it was a really disgusting message. I couldn't hide my ulterior motives at all. It was obvious that she wanted to have sex with me, and the fact that she was trying to hide it in every way made it even more disgusting. But she accepted me as if it was normal. We met in front of the station, and without even looking at the fashionable cafes and commercial facilities, we went straight to a love hotel. Yes, today, she and I came to have sex. As soon as we got to the hotel, she started changing without even taking a shower. Her body was exposed to the lustful eyes of many men, cut out by the viewfinder of desire, and her sexual clothes were deeply soaked with sweat and love juices that oozed from her body, which was aroused by that fact. Now I'm going to rape her with that outfit. Or will I be raped by her wearing that outfit? I'll only know the answer after it's over. Only she and I will know the answer in the future, a few hours from now, after we have devoured each other, our bodies dominated by endless joy, and reached the peak of pleasure. However, even so, the only thing that is clear is that from now on, she and I will become sexual beasts that have surpassed human dignity. Not beasts. Sexual beasts. With a transcendental nature that encompasses both human reason and animal sensibility, we will continue to devour only pleasure and joy forever until our lives run out.