I Got A Job At A Swimwear Company Where All The Female Employees Wear Swimsuits. Even If I Get An Erection, My Balls Are Empty Every Day Because Ms. Kagura, A K-cup Educator, Pulls Them Out.

The moment I opened the door, what jumped into my eyes were the female employees working in swimsuits. The fabric stretched and clung to their skin, not missing a single curve of their chests or hips. Especially—Kagura-san's K-cup was on another level. The cloth swelled up as if being pushed back, and every time the edges dug in, both the softness and weight were exaggerated through the swimsuit. Breasts that wouldn't leave my field of vision. Kagura-san, the cool and aloof type, saw me working desperately and gradually began to acknowledge me. She became kinder. The distance to her breasts also closed. Seeing me struggling to concentrate, she said, 'I guess I have no choice,' and the moment her chest touched me, the tension of the fabric, her body heat, the softness—everything felt unreal, and I forgot to breathe. A workplace driven mad by the fleshly sensation through swimsuits. And now, I can't stop wanting to know what's beyond the cloth.