ARCHIVE: [Hamburger Helper] I had only been teaching English in Japan for about two weeks when I decided to explore the nearby city. I lived in a small village, so I had to take a train just to reach civilization. To kill time on the train I would listen to music while studying Japanese flash cards I had made at work. These train rides were my Japanese classes. It's a great environment to study in. Try it when you visit Japan. As soon as I made it into the city I started to make my rounds. My patrols were almost always the same:  1. Find a place where there's hoards of people. 2. Search for targets. 3. Make contact. I would keep making rounds until I felt like I scoured and secured the area. I find that timing is important. Too early and people are busy from the hustle and bustle of work. To late and any contact with civilians comes off as creepy. I was dressed nice that evening. I had on some loafters, slacks, a dress shirt with plaid vest, a fedora hat, and glasses even though I don't need them. I went up and down the shotengai.  A shotengai is like a promenae or main street that every town in Japan has. It's the businest street with the most shops and typically connected to a train. After that I headed down the side streets adjacent to it. I happend to see two girls sitting on the easement of a builiding eating hamburgers. One of them had on an Abercrombie shirt. This was a sign they had interest in American culture so I apporached them. I introduced my self and did the jokoshokai (self introduction) which is important in japanese culture. Both girls were Japanese, but one girl was local. The other one was Japanese American from Southern California. It so happened that the American-Japanese girl was working for the same company as me. Her English was perfect and we had a bit in common so we talked the most. By now the girls were finished eating their hamburgers, so I asked them if they wanted to grab a drink. They said yes, and the three of us went to bar right down the street. The Japanese-American girls was by far the better looking one and I spent most of my time talking to her. After our drink I asked to exchange contacts. She agreed, but she said something about a boyfriend, but I played it off like "Oh ok, wow that's great, I'm happy for you". After I gave her my number I left the bar to continue my patrol. Kill count 0. A few days later I get a text from the Japanese-American girl and she says I should contact her friend. I thanked her and then contacted the friend. I realized that the long coversation I had with the first girl helped the second girl feel more cofortable with me. We started texting back and forth, and then made plans to meet up on the weekend. We met a bar of her choice where she had a few friends already waiting. This is a typical first date in Japan as most Japanese girls don't like to meet one on one. They like to meet in groups until they have decided they like you or not. But after they decide they like you watch out. Japanese women will take the relationship from 0-60 faster than a Nissan GTR does the quarter mile. The conversation picked up where we left, but my focus on that date was to just have fun and try to make her laugh. I found out her last boyfriend was an English teacher, but it didn't work out. I didn't mind being next in line as long as I got my turn. It was apparent she was desperatly trying to get out of that small town, and maybe she thought I could be her ticket out. On a scale of 1-10 I would rate her about a 7.5. I think she was wife material for somebody, but that was the last thing on my mind. On our third date we went to the mall, had tea, went shopping, and afterwards went back to my apartment. At the time my place was super bare bones. I didn't have time to decorate or make it my own. All I had was a small desk, coffee table, tiny TV, and a bed not much bigger than a cot. It didn't matter though, because she liked me. Sometimes it's good to not have anything. That way you know a woman likes you for you. Anyways, I was excited to try some local pussy.  We started making out, petting, and then I got her clothes off. Here tit's were pretty small, but I already knew that from looking at her chest. What she lacked on her chest she made up for it on the bottom. She had a clean tight wet pussy, and for me that's all I needed to be happy. I remember hitting it from the back. She was bent over doggy style and as I was pumping in and out, she turned her head around to look at me. She had this smile on her face like she was just loving it. I'll never forget that moment. That theme would last for many years as I found most Japanese women love getting fucked.

TIPS: 1. If you're an American in Japan and you see a girl eating a hamburger; don't be shy to say hello. 2. Just because a girl tells you she has a boyfirned it doesn't mean her friend won't take you for a ride. 3. Don't let small boobs be a deal breaker; tiny tits tiny twat.

ARCHIVE: [Backpack Beauty] It was typical Saturday night in Kochi Japan. As always I went down to the local bar to visit my buddy who worked as bartender. There was a girl standing next to the bar wearing a backpack. She was decent looking, medium build, with jet black short straight hair. Her style was pretty basic. Tshirt and jeans with some tennis shoes. When I got to the bar I asked my buddy if he knew who she was and he said no. I went and said hi to her in, and asked if she wanted to have a drink together. Her English was non-existent so between my broken Japanese, and the bartender translating we conversed the best we could. Despite the language barrier we were having a good time. I found out she was a country girl, single, and had nothing to do that night. After an hour or two I asked her if she “wanted to come with me”. She happily said yes. That was kind of the buzz phrase in that town. Over the past few months of teaching English lesson that phrase came up over and over again. "Would you like to come with me". This time I got to use it outside of the classroom. I can’t remember if we took a cab or taxi back to my place that night, but I do remember getting some drinks and snacks before going back to my apartment. I lived far enough away from town that I knew she would be spending the night. I lived in a 400 sq ft studio apartment so there wasn't much of a tour to give once she got inside. Here’s the couch, here’s my bed, and here’s my head. We kissed, petted, and I fingered her hole to test the goods. She had a tight pussy and no smell. She had porcelain white skin, and I couldn’t spot a flaw on her body. She had nice straight teeth and kissing her was very intimate with tongue stroking and plenty of bodily fluid exchange. With the way she kissed with all the tongue stroking I felt like that's how she wanted my dick in her pussy. I went with my intuition, and I didn’t even bother to get a condom. As I made body movements to put it in she didn’t object, so I put it in raw. She had so much grip on her pussy. I remember just slowly going in and out and I could feel the walls of her pussy closing in on all sides of my dick hard. I couldn’t even thrust fast because it was so tight. She didn’t make a sound, and her eyes were shut tight like she was getting blinded by a bright light. Her head was poised back and to the side like she was trying to avoid getting slapped. I kept pumping and then she started shaking. I pulled out, bust on her stomach and she started convulsing. I couldn't tell if she was loving it, or traumatized, but all I knew is that she had some good ass pussy. That wouldn't be the last time we met for unprotected field exercises, but like all missions it eventually came to an end.

PRO TIPS: 1. Talk to girls wearing backpacks; they're probably not planning on going home. 2. Don't raw dog girls you just met unless she's 20 years old, from the countryside, has a perfect body, and kisses you like she loves you. 3. If a girl starts convulsing and flopping around after you fuck her it's a good thing, not a bad thing.

ARCHIVE [No System]  A guy from Japan moved into my apartment building one summer. He was in Los Angeles for a 6 month internship. After introducing myself we soon became friends. He saw that I was often bringing girls to the building, so he asked me how I did it. I explained to him all the different bribes, booby traps, ambushes, and tricks I used to make Kills. He couldn’t believe it. He said to me “You mean there is no system here to have sex?” I said, of course not. I went on to tell him that getting laid in America is an all out free-for-all war zone. If we did have a system to fuck hot women with affordable prices and a customizable menu I never would have left. He looked at me defeated, dazed, and confused. You see in Japan there’s a procedure for everything. It’s so structured that they even have procedures on how to make consensual encounters. Their system is organized, easy to understand, and affordable. They have blow job shops, hand job shops, massage with happy ending shops, delivery health (call girl shops), soaplands (brothel and bath), girl bars (titty touch and beer), and girly bars (kyabakura). All of these are legal, or have found a loophole in order to make them legal. My Japanese friend couldn’t imagine a life where you had to do so much work just to bust some nuts. He told me he hadn’t been laid since he got to the states, and I knew I had to help him. I referred him to a website that had worked well for me in the past. He ended up meeting a blonde Russian. I was happy that I could help him get a kill before he left. The next time I visited him in Japan he took me to an Annaijou. It's a small shop the size of an icecream truck, but they sell pussy pops instead. Most of these booths only cater to Japanese, but with his introduction they made an exception. I ended up passing on the paid pussy, but it's always nice to be shown local hospitality.

PRO TIPS 1. Interacting with people who have the type of relationship you're looking for can ignite your passion. 2. There's a chance you can get an invaluable tip. 3. Make friends with Japanese guys.