Yes, I know that sixteen is not statutory rape in Japan. Hell, in '95 legal was sixteen in Tokyo, but fourteen in Saitama, so guess where all the paid-date services went... That's not even the ad I saw in the train. All I did was Google: 16歳 H-cup。
Besides the fact that everyone involved in the publication should be castrated, or whatever's appropriate for the women, if she isn't a runaway, what the fuck are her parents thinking whoring her out? I get that teenagers are sexual, and I get that many do have attractive post-pubescent figures, but she's sixteen! Let her show those to a boyfriend not more than two years older, him wrapped in a condom, but this is the market.
Also can't refrain from mentioning that though the girl's got a pair, 'H' doesn't mean the same thing in Japan as abroad.
On a lighter note:
"after a year, the bosoms of bra wearers sag an average of 7mm more than free-range boobs."Let them go free! I'd encourage the wife, but besides the fact that I've seen them plenty, most recently stuck in babies' mouths (bastards...), she has a situation where she always looks like she's cold. Figure it out. I have to say that I officially regret the path my life has taken: I could have done thorough research on consenting young women, and their breasts - besides the haphazard sampling I once did.
On my first tour of duty in Japan, in my mid-twenties, towards the end of three years I had no more interest in dating the locals, or anything to do with their culture. I was fed up with the narrow-mindedness of the population, and the physical ugliness of Tokyo. I was elated at my decision to get the hell out of here. I'd even had a brief fling with a white girl!* And then a fashion for halter-tops without any suspension had to happen that summer to make me regret leaving.