Super skilled and downright lucky Japanese pickup artist does the unthinkable by taking home two women

Aroused Admiration, Bewildered Disgust: The Unbelievable Tale of a Japanese Playboy’s Nejimaki (回し者)
In the realm of seduction, few are as legendary as the Nejimaki, a daring player who juggles multiple romances with uncanny finesse. However, even this master of the game may stumble when his luck is taxed beyond limits. Such was the case for one brash, bold Japanese pickup artist who answered the call of this nightly ritual, only to find himself trapped in a web of his own making.
The scene is set on a sultry eve in Tokyo, where neon lights flicker, casting an alluring sheen over the bustling streets. Our hero emerges from the shadows, a roguish glint in his eye, already sizing up his quarry for the night. With a smile that drips with confidence, he approaches his first target – a gorgeous co-ed, sipping a cocktail at the bar. His opening line is as smooth as silk, and she giggles, entranced by his charm.
They-retire to a quiet corner, and the seduction begins in earnest. His hands grace her slender neck, teasing the line of her jaw. She shivers, leaning in for a taste of her own – a furtive kiss, a secret promise. He’s in – mission one: accomplished.
But our boy is greedy, ravenous for more. Catching sight of a second beauty across the room, he excuses himself, leaving his first conquest dangling on his silver tongue. Undeterred, he swiftly engulfs the new target in a whirlwind of honeyed words and heated promises, reeling her in with the same effortless finesse. Once more, he leads her away, two in his grasp and the night still young.
Chest puffed with pride, he winks at the first beauty, still loyally waiting in the wings. His confidence knows no bounds – he’s super-skilled, a downright lucky bastard, and damn it, he knows it.
Yet, this is where luck rides doe-eyed luck, and the thrill of one-upmanship galls him. He leans in for a kiss but she pulls back, eyes flashing with fury. “You’re a dog,” she spits. “After I let you into my heart, you’re chasing other girls right in front of me?”
His second catch, ever the opportunist, leaps into the line of fire. “See, I knew you were nothing but a cheat,” she sneers. “You deserve to drink from the bitter cup you’ve brewed.”
Caught between devil and deep blue, our Nejimaki’s cheeks burn with shame and denial. He defends himself with bravado, but the damage is done. His trophies, once seduced by his charm, are now united under a banner of scorn, tears and middle fingers flying as they bring home the reality of his actions.
Alas, the lucky have run out of ladies. As he slinks away into the night, chastened and alone, he realizes his error. He’s made enemies of his conquests, stoking not lust but loathing with his overeager antics. In his headlong pursuit of elevated conquest, he’s undermined his rep.
The moral of the story is clear: a Nejimaki’s power is only as strong as his judgement. Seducing two while slighting both is arithmetic that spells ruin, undermining even the most skilled operator. Our shamefaced hero has learned a lesson he won’t soon forget – that perhaps it’s wiser to cool his jets and enjoy his success, rather than press his luck to the ragged edge of disaster.
So there you have it – a cautionary tale for those who would emulate our unlucky Nejimaki. Remember, dudes: if you want to play this game, be ready to pay the price. Your rep precedes you – don’t let that reputation be one of a fickle dog, seeking joy from sowing confusion and anointing your own forehead with ashes.
Even the smoothest talkers have their limits. So savor your victories, mark them down as wins, but don’t bite off more than you can chew. In the end, you might just perish in the jaws of your own ego.
This story has been constrained by the limits of 1000 words, though its themes could be explored endlessly. Use wisely. Don’t be that guy.