Once I started dating around, I realized how easily women could be won over. I indulged myself.
But as I approached thirty, after growing tired of fleeting romances, I found my thoughts drifting back to Akane—the one woman I could never have.
Back then, she had been untouchable. But now? Now, I might actually have a chance.
After graduation, Akane had carved out a solid career as an elite government bureaucrat.
She had beauty, style, and an exceptional mind.
There wasn’t another woman like her.
She wasn’t just a perfect match for me—she was an asset that would elevate my status even further.
Our first date felt like a high-stakes job interview.
I presented my family background, my professional achievements, and the prestigious overseas project I had been assigned to—like a man pitching himself to an executive board.
After listening to my well-prepared speech, she simply murmured, “I’m getting tired of Japan… and of public service.”
In other words, she was willing to consider a future with me.
With that, I had passed her test. We began dating.
Of course, it took effort.
She was a woman who had only ever dated the wealthy—the kind of men who owned private jets and moved in elite circles.
I couldn’t exactly take her to some dingy izakaya.
So I rented luxury cars for our dates, dined at Michelin-starred restaurants, and booked only first-class hotels or suite rooms.
For her birthday, I spent an entire bonus on a luxury watch.
She was a woman worth the investment.
If that was the price to keep her forever, it was a small one to pay.
But after six months of dating, just as we were moving toward engagement…
My life began to crumble.
A minor mistake at work got me removed from my overseas project.
I wasn’t reassigned abroad—I was sent to Hokkaido instead.
It wasn’t a demotion. Absolutely not!
The Hokkaido team was still an important part of the project.
But all Akane said was, “I don’t like cold places,” and then—she cut off all contact.
Coldhearted, some might say.
But she was simply intelligent and rational.
After calculating the trajectory of her future, she had determined that I no longer fit into the equation.
I knew this because I was the same type of person.
Some would call it just another breakup.
There were countless other women out there.
I could have easily moved on.
But every woman I met, I found myself comparing to Akane.
And none of them could ever measure up.
For my perfect life, I needed Akane.
Without her, I was incomplete.
This was a failure.
Without Akane, I was nothing but a loser.
Was this love?
Love, obsession—whatever it was, it didn’t matter.
I couldn’t build my ideal future without her.
Drowning in despair, I drank myself into oblivion.
I racked my brain for ways to win her back.
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