Mitch was more than  your friendly neighborhood Japanophile. He was a total weeb, obsessed  with everything from Japan. He watched anime all day, listened to J-pop  groups and jerked off to cute Japanese girls all the time. He was a  pathetic incel by all accounts. A 35 years old fat, white, hairy virgin  with a tiny cock. Not something to be proud of but not a crime either.  He, however, believed himself to be superior to everyone else. In his  own mind he was a charming, intelligent, strong man. Because of this he  never understood why all the random Japanese teen girls he was messaging  turned him down. Surely they must be attracted to an alpha male like  him. Yet, they kept either politely turning down his advances, blocking  him without warning or bluntly calling him a 'creep'. It must be all  that Western influence on them, he thought. If only he could find a way  to meet a nice, old-fashioned Japanese cutie.

Every day was the same for Mitch until one evening he received an  e-mail. It was an advertisement for a place called Cherry Blossom Club.  The club was located near his home and, according to the description,  young Japanese women were eager to meet real men like him there. The ad  also featured pictures of a nice looking building and a couple girls,  dressed in kimonos, smiling at the camera. Mitch couldn't believe his  eyes. It almost seemed like this ad was tailor-made for him. Not as  ideal or romantic as he wanted his love story to turn out but he was  tired of waiting. The club was open non-stop, so he quickly jumped in  his car and drove all the way there. In less than an hour, he was  standing in the lobby of the building from the picture. He checked in  with an older lady at the reception who told him to go to room 49 on the  second floor and make himself at home and that someone will be up there  shortly to explain how things worked at the club. Mitch did as he was  told. He want straight to room 49, sat down on a comfortable looking  couch and sipped on a glass of iced tea while waiting. In about 10  minutes he was finished with his drink so he decided to take a look  around while waiting. But as soon he stood up he felt dizzy, then  everything went black.

When he woke up, Mitch was in a different room. One that looked like a  doctor's office. He was seated in a large chair and there were cabinets  along the walls. The room was brightly lit, and everything was white.  He tried to move his hand to rub his eyes but soon realized that his  arms, and for that matter his legs as well, were strapped to the chair  he was sitting in. Moreover, he was completely naked. He started to  panic but then he realized someone else was also in the room as he heard  a sound from behind his back.

"Hello? What is going on?" He asked in a panicked tone.

In a few moments a young Asian woman wearing a nurse uniform appeared in front of him.

"Hi, Mitch. My name is Saiko and I will be your nurse today." Her tone was very calm as if all of this was normal.

"What happened? Am I at the hospital? Why am I tied down?"

Saiko grabbed a stool and sat down in front of Mitch.

"No, Mitch, this isn't a hospital. We're at "Cherry Blossom Club".  Remember?" She actually did the air quotes when she said the name of the  club. "So, let's talk about the reason we're here. I've been informed  that you are obsessed with Japanese girls, especially teenagers. But the  thing is, we are disgusted by fat, hairy, small dicked incels like you.  Thus, I have to make sure that you won't be interested in us anymore.  This is less of a dating club and more of a reconditioning center. The  iced tea you drank was spiked with some sleeping pills. We then got you  naked and brought you down here. In a few minutes I will crush your  balls."

"What are you talking about, you whore? This isn't funny. I'm here to find a girlfriend, not this BDSM shit. Let me out!"

"Yes, you heard it right. I will make sure that you can't jerk off to  cute Japanese girls anymore. Well, I guess it's time to take care of  your pathetic little balls."

"Okay, I won't bother anyone anymore. I promise. Just let me go, I didn't consent to any of this."

"I'm sorry. The decision was already made. We can't let you keep  doing all that predatory crap. I can do one thing for you, though. What  if I get out of this uniform so that you can enjoy the sight of a naked  woman one last time?"

Mitch was shocked. He was still in complete disbelief. Saiko took off  her uniform revealing her petite naked body to him. Mitch started to  cry and plead but the nurse did not reply to him anymore. His cock also  began to get hard at the sight of this naked woman - the first he had  ever seen in real life. He didn't want to lose his balls, he wanted to  jerk off again and again. Meanwhile, Saiko walked over to one of the  cabinets, took out something from a drawer and walked back to her  victim. Mitch was still begging her to spare his balls but she just sat  down between his open legs. Saiko then revealed the tool she had with  her. It was a metal device similar to a regular nutcracker. She Took a  hold of Mitch's ball sack and placed it in the tool. She then looked him  firmly in the eyes and quickly closed the device. There was a loud,  cracking noise and sharp pain. Mitch passed out in a few seconds.

He woke up in a park near his home. It was already daytime so he  rushed home before too many people could see him. Ever since then he  hasn't had an erection or an orgasm. He just doesn't care about cute  Japanese girls anymore. He got even fatter and somewhat feminine. With  time he accepted that he will be a sexless virgin forever and will never  forget his visit to the Cherry Blossom Club.