Mitsuki Kurokawa age:27,job:Hairdresser

Here is the English translation, preserving the narrator's worldly demeanor, the realistic dialogue, and the subtle shift into an understated nocturnal atmosphere:

After finishing my lecture at the university, I returned to my research office and wrapped up a meeting with one of my students.

Normally, I would head straight home, but today I was scheduled to stop by a friend's house in the neighboring town to drop off a gift. Drinking together with him sounded like a good way to enjoy a rare change of pace.

At fifty-eight, I wear the solemn mask of a serious professor at the university, but I also possess a side that my students and colleagues know nothing about.

Ever since I was young, I frequented various places whenever my friends invited me out, occasionally spending the night with women I hit it off with. These days, my friends all have families of their own, so things don't go the way they did in our youth. Still, we manage to meet up like this once in a while to share a drink.

On my days off, I try to enjoy cooking for myself. Even so, there are times when an occasion to drink alone arises, just as there are days when we feel the need to meet up to soothe bodies worn out by the strain of work.

"I hope you manage to catch yourself a fine woman tonight."

Leaving the university behind, I answered a call on my smartphone while making my way to the venue where I had agreed to meet my friend from my student days.

Sitting across from each other, we immediately began drinking.

"Long time no see."

"Yeah, it has. How have things been lately?"

"Same as always. What about you?"

When asked, I shook my head. "Same as always for me, too. I saw on the news recently that there are a lot of romantic scandals involving students—are you doing alright on your end?"

"If anything, I should be worried about you. You haven't been laying a hand on your students, have you?"

We exchanged glances, laughed, and tilted our glasses back.

"I wouldn't dare touch anyone within my own university, of course. Well... students from other universities are a different story."

Saying that, I finished my glass. Pouring myself another drink, I cast my eyes over our surroundings.

This establishment was filled with young people and a large number of female patrons. We didn't usually frequent places like this, which was precisely why coming here every now and then felt so refreshing.

"Notice any girls you like right now?"

"Well, there are so many young ones that they all start to look the same after a while."

"In that case, come with me next time. There's a spot I'm planning to go to soon. They have young girls, but they have older women, too. You can have a good time no matter what age you prefer."

Saying this, my friend pulled out his smartphone and showed me photos of the venue. Images of various women were displayed on the screen.

"What do you think? Tempted to go?"

"Well, I'm certainly intrigued..."

"I'll put in a reservation for us next time and let you know when it's set."

I nodded at his offer. It had been a long time since I spent an evening out with a friend like this, but I thoroughly enjoyed the time.

A week after that day, I received a message from my friend.

"This Friday night opened up—can you make it?"

"Yeah, I'm free. What time?"

"How about we meet around nine?"

Hearing that, I agreed, and then waited for Friday to arrive.

When Friday came, I finished my university lecture, wrapped up my meeting with a student in my office, and immediately headed home. Getting somewhat dressed up for a long-absent date—if one could call it that—I took a shower and picked out my clothes. Stepping out, I traded my usual suit for a slightly more casual outfit.

The meetup point was in front of a building situated in a corner of the entertainment district my friend had mentioned. When I arrived, he was already waiting for me.

"Ah, you made it."

"Did I keep you waiting long?"

"Nah, you're fine. Alright, shall we?"

With that, my friend led the way into the building.

We took the elevator to an upper floor. Stepping out, we came to a stop before a single door.

"Is this it?"

"Yeah, this is the place. Let's head inside."

My friend opened the door and stepped in. Following behind him, I found myself in a space resembling a small lobby, complete with a reception desk.

"Welcome," greeted the woman seated at the front desk with a smile. She was a young woman in her mid-twenties, radiating a refined, neat aura.

"We have a reservation under Tanaka," my friend said.

The woman began typing on her computer. "Thank you for your reservation, Mr. Tanaka. A party of two, correct?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Here are your cards. Please present them when entering your room."

Handing over the cards, she smiled. We took them and stored our belongings in the lockers provided.

"Alright, let's go."

Prompted by my friend, we proceeded further inside.

The interior was dimly lit, carrying a slightly eerie atmosphere. Following the hallway, several doors came into view.

"This place is divided into private rooms. You get to spend time with a girl in each one."

"I see," I replied, following close behind my friend until we stood before the rearmost door.

"This is the room I booked. Let me open it up."

My friend opened the door and stepped inside. Following him in, I saw a small room furnished with a sofa and a table under dimmed lighting.

"Go ahead, take a seat," my friend said, sitting down on the sofa. I sat down beside him.

Moments later, the door opened and a woman entered the room.

"Welcome," she said with a smile, standing before us. She was a young woman in her late twenties with brown hair and a slender build.

"I'm Mizuki. Nice to meet you."

Introducing herself, her voice carried a subtle sensuality that stirred an immediate excitement in me just listening to it.

"Nice to meet you, Mizuki-chan," my friend said, taking her hand. Responding to the gesture, Mizuki sat down beside him.

"Nice to meet you too, Professor," Mizuki said to me, shifting her seat closer. In that moment, her scent wafted into my nose—a sweet fragrance that stoked my excitement even further.

"Is Mizuki-chan working here full-time?"

"Yeah, that's right. I work as a hair stylist by day, but I work here at night."

"A hair stylist, huh? You have beautiful hair."

"Thank you! You're quite handsome yourself, Professor."

Saying that, Mizuki placed a hand on my arm. The pleasant sensation of her touch sent another wave of excitement through me.

"Would you like something to drink, Professor? We have wine and a few other options."

"I'll take some wine, then."

With that, Mizuki poured wine from a bottle sitting on the table and handed us our glasses.

"Cheers."

My friend raised his glass, and we followed suit, tilting ours back.

"How do you like working at this place, Mizuki-chan?" my friend asked.

Mizuki offered a soft smile as she answered. "It's fun! I get to meet all kinds of people and hear their stories."

"I see. But isn't it dangerous at times?"

"It's completely fine. They pay very close attention to safety here."

Saying so, Mizuki sat herself down right on my friend's lap. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her in close.

"You really are cute, Mizuki-chan."

"Thank you. You're very handsome too, Professor."

Mizuki said this and kissed her friend on the face. Her friend responded by sucking on Mizuki's lips.

I sipped my wine as I watched the scene. Seeing Mizuki and her friend tangling their tongues together aroused me.

"Professor, what's wrong? I'll give you a kiss too, Professor."

Mizuki said this and turned toward me. She leaned in close and pressed her lips against mine.

"Mmm..."

Mizuki's lips were soft and warm. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and intertwined with mine.

"That's a great kiss, Mizuki-chan."

Mizuki smiled when I said that.

"You're good at it too, Professor."

With that, she kissed her friend again. Her friend's hand touched Mizuki's breasts.

"You've got great breasts, Mizuki-chan."

"Ahn... Professor, don't say things like that..."

Even as she said this, Mizuki didn't push her friend's hand away. Seeing that, I reached out to touch her breasts as well.

"Can I touch your breasts too, Mizuki?"

"Yeah, go ahead. They're soft and feel good."

Mizuki smiled when I said that.

"Does it feel good, Professor? Touch them more."

At her words, I began to knead her breasts. They were on the smaller side, but soft and firm.

"Ahn... Professor, it feels so good..."

Mizuki wrapped her arms around my neck as she spoke, then whispered into my ear.

"Do you want more, Professor?"

Her voice aroused me even further. I whispered back into her ear.

"Yeah, I do. Let me touch you more, Mizuki."

"Okay. Do whatever you like, Professor."

She placed her hand on my chest and began to stroke it over my clothes. The sensation felt so good that I became increasingly aroused.

"Mizuki, touch me lower down, too."

At my words, Mizuki smiled and nodded. She reached for my trousers and lowered the zipper.

"Professor, it's huge..."

Mizuki said this as she pulled out my cock; it was already hard.

"Mizuki, grab it."

When I said that, Mizuki grasped my cock and began moving her hand up and down. The sensation was so pleasurable that I couldn't help but moan.

"Ah... Mizuki, that feels so good..."

"Professor, I'll make it feel even better."

Saying this, Mizuki lowered her face and took my cock into her mouth, beginning to lick it with her tongue.

"Ah... Mizuki, that's amazing..."

Her tongue technique was incredible, driving my arousal even higher. I stroked her head as I moaned.

"Mizuki, it feels amazing... suck harder."

At my words, she took me deep into her mouth and began sucking vigorously. The sensation made me feel like I was reaching my limit.

"Mizuki, I'm coming... I'm about to come..."

She pulled my cock from her mouth and began stroking it vigorously with her hand. Then, semen spurted from my cock.

"Ah... I came..."

Mizuki caught the semen in her hand and smiled.

"Professor, you came a lot..."

"Yeah, thanks to you."

She then licked the semen off her hand. The sight was so erotic that I felt myself getting aroused all over again.

"Mizuki, now it's your turn."

I laid her down on the sofa, then lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. "Mizuki, you're so beautiful..."

Mizuki’s intimate area was adorable, lightly dusted with soft hair and glistening with overflowing juices.

"Professor... touch me..."

At her words, I traced my fingers over her sex. Wetting them with her fluids, I began to stimulate her clitoris.

"Ah... Professor... it feels so good..."

Mizuki moaned and writhed her body. Seeing her like that was so cute—it only made me more aroused.

"Mizuki, feel it even more."

I slid my fingers inside her and began to swirl them around. Her moans grew louder, and her body thrashed with intensity.

"Professor, no... I'm gonna cum..."

"It's okay, Mizuki. Go ahead—cum for me."

At that, her body jerked, and she reached her climax, her juices flooding over my fingers.

"Ah... I came..."

She said this as she caught her breath. Her face looked so flushed and alluring; I felt myself drawn to her more than ever.

"Mizuki, did that feel good?"

"Yeah, it felt amazing... Thank you, Professor."

She clung to me, and the warmth of her embrace filled my heart.

"Mizuki, do you want to do it again?"

"Yeah, I do... Professor, make me feel even more."

Hearing that, I held her close and whispered into her ear:

"Mizuki, I love you."

She smiled and kissed my lips, and our lovemaking began all over again.

That night, we devoured each other's bodies, reaching the peak of pleasure again and again. We spent the rest of the night wrapped in each other's arms until morning broke.

That night with Mizuki became an unforgettable experience for me. And I still vividly remember Mitsuki’s smile and gestures, the softness of her skin, and her sweet voice.

I haven’t seen Mitsuki since that night. Yet, the memories of her live on in my heart, and I eagerly await the day I might meet her again.

That is the story of a special night spent with Mitsuki, the hairstylist.