☆Manager's Recommendation☆

That summer, I resembled the person I liked a little.
End of summer.
The breeze coming in through the wide-open window was just a little different from yesterday.

White curtains swaying in the wind.
An empty classroom illuminated by the setting sun.
The voices of club activities can be heard from afar.

Back then, resting my cheek on my desk, I was staring out the window without doing anything.
Suddenly, the curtain swung wide—
Looking back,
There was that girl who was the most beautiful in her grade.

A woman who reminds us of a page of youth that can never be returned has arrived at the Grand Opera.

22 years old.

T 163, 88(F), 57, 87.

Haruka Fukuhara and Yui Aragaki are classic beauties who seem to combine their respective charms, soft and approachable.

It's not flashy.
In fact, I don't embellish it.
She doesn't try to make herself look bigger than necessary.

Instead of grabbing attention with her glamorous outfit, she was so natural that before she knew it, she was drawing my attention.

Men are weak to women like this.
Beautiful, yet somehow nostalgic.
She's beautiful, yet not hard to approach.

Even though it was supposed to be their first meeting, it felt like they had known each other for a long time.
If you had a girlfriend in the same class during your student days.
Surely, some of the boys secretly had feelings for him, and even so, he was laughing with his friends without noticing such looks.

Just passing each other in the hallway made me a little happy.
It was just a chance that the seats were closer, and I was in a good mood all day.
Even though he just laughed at me with silly stories, I remembered it many times after I got home.

Everyone has probably experienced such youth at least once.
Whenever I look at her, for some reason, those memories come flooding back.

And then—

Up to this point, it's just a story about a pure, orthodox beauty.
She has another charm that simply keeps you from looking away.

88cm, F cup.

And with a slender, feminine silhouette of 163cm, she has a strong F-cup bust.
A slim waist of 57cm.
A soft hip line of 87cm.

It's not that he's wearing flashy clothes.
It's not that the body lines are emphasized more than necessary.

And yet—

Even through her clothes, she couldn't help but notice.
That kind of feminine volume catches your eye.
The more I thought I shouldn't look, the more my gaze naturally turned to her.
This gap is truly unfair.

His features are orthodox.
The atmosphere is pure and innocent.
Unadorned, natural.

Yet, her body has such feminine curves that it's hard not to catch your eye.
It's not just about being thin.
It's not just about being wealthy.

From her slim waist to soft, rounded curves, a femininity you only realize when you hold her tightly.
Her gentle aura is what can't be conveyed by numbers alone—that's her true charm.
But above all, watching this woman makes me think.

Isn't this what beauty was supposed to be like?
No flashy production is needed.
I don't need to decorate too much.
Just be there, laughing.
That alone makes for a picture.
And before you know it, you want to see more smiles.

Of course, her current girlfriend is beautiful, but she also gives me a sense of "beauty from memory" somewhere.

The autumn breeze brings a slightly nostalgic scent of summer.
White curtains swaying in the wind.
A classroom bathed in the sunset.
The smile of that child who turned around when her name was called.

That summer ended without even being able to tell her that she loved her.
It's beautiful because you can never go back.
Meeting her carries the lingering feeling of youth.

Classic beauty.
A straightforward person.
And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't hide the beauty of an F-cup woman.

At first, I'm sure
"What a beautiful girl."
That's probably where it all begins.

But on the way home, spending time together, seeing smiles, and touching that soft air—
Suddenly, I want to see you again.
Maybe the reason isn't that significant.
I just want to see that girl again.
Youthful love must have been like that from the very beginning.

Summer has ended, and in the slightly cooler breeze.
A woman has arrived at the Grand Opera, bringing forgotten youth.

The continuation of the 'love' I couldn't convey back then—

This time, for sure, with her.

Nice to meet you, I'm ♪ Wangnagi

I'm 22 years old and currently working in gravure and this field.

My dream is to open a children's cafeteria myself!

Her personality is gentle and airheaded, full ♡ of charm

Her hobbies include sauna, poker, alcohol, and fashion
I definitely want to toast with a brother who loves drinking.

I dislike sweets.
I like sweet words.

My preferred type is someone who has their own world.
I like to listen to and absorb various stories!

I want ♪ to know a lot about you, big brother.
I'd be happy if you treat me like a couple.