The exclusive club was filled with deep bass and colorful lights. (Kazuko PKPK-130)

The club was filled with bass-heavy music and brightly colored lights. I noticed a woman at the bar talking intimately with a staff member. I casually struck up a conversation. She looked surprised at first, then smiled and asked, "Who?" "Want to go over there for a smoke?" That's how our conversation began. Upon asking, I learned she seemed to be majoring in oil painting at art college, but also held solo exhibitions and sold her paintings as a freelance artist. The club was lively and crowded that day, but it had a secret chill spot. It was a place that encouraged women to do lewd things. We took turns chilling, and before we knew it, we were kissing. Her lips were moist and incredibly soft. I lifted her skirt and secretly slipped my hand inside her panties; they were already wet. A woman willing to go this far with me is basically someone I can sleep with. I took her to the restroom, locked the door, and took off her panties. She rubbed her full lips against me, drooling as she gave me oral sex—it was incredibly erotic. The stereotype is that art school students are mostly weirdos and perverts, and this girl fits that description perfectly. Coming to a place like this alone means either she's a bit crazy, or she's just driven by curiosity. After leaving the club, I took her back to a love hotel. The woman, now highly aroused, couldn't stop herself from urinating. On the soaking wet bed, she said with a cute expression, "Didn't you want to cum inside me?"