The moment I opened the door, my eyes were drawn to the female employees working in swimsuits. The fabric stretched as if to cling to their skin, not letting go of the lines of their breasts or waists. Kagura's K-cup breasts were especially special. The fabric bulged as if to push back, and as the edges dug in, both the softness and weight of her breasts were exaggerated through her swimsuit. Her breasts never disappeared from view. Kagura, with her cool and straightforward personality, watched me work frantically, and gradually began to acknowledge me. She grew kinder. I grew closer to her breasts. Seeing me struggling to concentrate, she said, "I guess it can't be helped," and the moment her breasts touched mine, the tension of the fabric, her body temperature, her softness - it all seemed unreal and I stopped breathing. A workplace where the sensations of flesh through swimsuits drove me crazy.
And I just can't wait to find out what's on the other side of the fabric.