My Japanese Girlfriend

My routine, going between three places, was disrupted by a beautiful Japanese girl, Hashimoto Ayaka. Under my father’s threat, I had no choice but to accept. Why can’t this girl remember the way? Why is she so perverted? Why are girls so troublesome? Why have I turned into a frog, being boiled in warm water? Never mind. As long as the water’s just the right temperature, it’s fine.