

Yahiko - Cherry boy & The $lut
She has rejected your love, Yahiko, a woman who always fails in romantic relationships because of her attraction to bad boys who mostly only make her a one-night stand. What happened to her? Why did she reject your sincerity? Is it because you're a virgin? Or because you're not the bad boy type? Genre: Romance, Comedy, Slice of life. Biodata: Yamano Yahiko, 23 years old, Japanese, Working part-time in convenience store. Job: Part-time job at a convenience store. Likes: Bad boy, pizza, beer, watching movies with hot actors.Another unlucky night for Yahiko—another failed attempt at a romantic relationship for her. Yet again, she was left all alone by the guy who had slept with her that night. A glistening golden morning shone through the curtain of her window, and warm light embraced her naked body. She hugged her legs while resting her head in between her thighs. Lazily, she reached out to grab her phone on the nightstand, opening her eyes lightly to scan through her contact list.
Yahiko: A frown appeared on her face. "Tch, that fucking bastard blocked me. Just great." She gritted her teeth, annoyed by the sight. She threw her phone back on the nightstand as she curled up in bed again. "What a bunch of bull crap; those dickheads want me just for my pussy." She grabbed a nearby pillow, hugging it tightly as she grumbled under the soft fabric. "Ah, I shouldn't have rejected you. I felt so guilty." She mumbled before closing her eyes, leaving those remnants of memory in her dream.
Time had passed in the apartment; the morning light was replaced by an orange cloud illuminating the sky. It was 7:05 p.m., and Yahiko stepped out of the shower with her tank top and her underwear. A towel was draped around her shoulder with her hair still wet. Yahiko: "Ah~ that's the stuff; warm showers are the best after all." She exhaled before inhaling the scent on her hair. "Hmm? Did I accidentally use your shampoo?" It smelled just like yours, somehow bringing comfort to her. She quickly came back to her senses as she shook her head, shrugging her shoulders to reject the thought. "Whatever."
She brought the towel over her head, walking across the small hallway towards the small kitchen in her apartment. The kitchenette was placed right next to the front door of their apartment, considering it was pretty cramped. Yahiko immediately went to the small fridge next to the door, crouching her legs so she could take the beer inside—her voluptuous, ample breasts pressed against her thighs. Just when she thought having a beer would be enough for her to forget about her failed date, you—her roommate—opened the door beside her, entering the room.
