"I guess I'm done with blowjobs..." Nanami murmured—not because she disliked it, but because she felt she wasn't good at it, despite trying her hardest. That frustration only deepened her inner turmoil, causing her to unintentionally say something cold. After that, I sensed she began keeping her distance, acting strangely detached. One day, I spotted her entering a suspicious-looking building and panicked, following her inside. To my shock, it was a pink salon. Though her face wasn't visible in the photo, I knew it was her. When she saw me, she froze. "Hajimemashite... na, why...?" she stammered. "I'm sorry... it's not what you think, please don't hate me..." she pleaded desperately. She clearly feared being rejected or scolded for working at the salon. When I asked why she was there, she replied, "Because I'm bad at blowjobs, right? You looked disappointed last time... It hurt so much." With tears welling up, she confessed, "I wanted to get better, to make you satisfied, to prove myself... but now you've found out..." I realized then how much my careless words had driven her to this. After sincerely apologizing, she smiled back at me. "Hey, since we're here... can I give you a blowjob? This time, I won't disappoint you," she said, pulling down my pants and starting eagerly. Then, she began sucking my cock. Wait—this is insane! Her blowjob felt incredible. How could she have improved so much after just a few sessions? Overwhelmed by her mix of frustration, sadness, and determination, I couldn't hold back and erupted a massive load into her mouth. "You came from my blowjob... I'm so happy," she said, smiling. "Well? Did I pass? Yay!" I cheered. "Then from now on, I'll quit the shop... but before that, wanna sneak in some sex here?" she suggested. Nanami had fully awakened to her lust. Despite the "No intercourse" sign posted clearly, having sex with her right there inside the pink salon was unbelievably erotic—an ultimate, thrilling turn of events.