>>280397989
>and so begins your new life working at Midori's. Just like many other jobs you've had before, it's a bit boring, with most of your day being spent cleaning shelves and talking to customers, but it pays well.
>and of course there's Sumireko. You soon start wondering if the owner hired her because her body made people enter just to gawk at her, like you did.
>worse, she knows you got the hots for her and teases you, like, a lot: a sudden jiggle here, an ass shake there, cleavage in the middle... The only reason you haven't touched her yet were the cameras and the boss, and the former spent most of the time in his office.
>still, not all is teasing and innuendos: you talk about literature a lot, mostly, but also each other. For example, Sumireko told you she used to be bullied in school for her eyebrows, at least until she ripped the bully's eyebrows off with stickers of all things. She got expelled, but she enjoyed every minute of it. Badass.
>one thing that really grinds your gears is the broken AC (it's the middle of July), which apparently has been like that since the store's opening but the boss was too cheap to fix or replace. Of course broken AC means sweaty Sumireko, which means sweaty tits. Thank God she's got a bra under that shirt. And given Sumireko's side glances whenever you walk by carrying loads, she's not any different.
>other than that, life goes on for the both of you.
>but then, one Sunday morning, Sumireko calls you to ask come over to her apartment.

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>>280398257
If you're trying to get me to stop, all you're doing is getting me to keep writing. Plus, who's going to stop me?