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New project 🙂

Almost midnight, inside the ever crowded train.

Crossing through the crowded station, walking up the stairs to the surface,

the familiar sights over these few months showed itself.

The cheap curtains of the bars gets flipped so often, revealing the laughter of the youngsters inside.

One tired man wearing a suit sneakily went in a “special room”.

Wearing high heels, playing with her phone, a sophiscated looking woman makes people wonder if she’s just smart or dumb.

Or it can just be because it’s Friday night, it just gets more and more lively.

As if almost fusing into them, I walk quicker to my destination.

At the corner of the street. The 4th floor, the door that’s sticked with a young anime girl illustration.

Even though it looks kinda suspicious, but I still open the door with no hesitation.

“Good evening, Hiromi-san. Thanks for coming all this time.”

Standing behind the counter, the familiar mangaer Ikeme came out and greeted me.

After almost 3 months of continuously coming here, naturally will be treated like and old customer.

“Today you will also specify ‘Ayumi’?”

“Mm, yes…”

“Thanks for your patronage. –Ah also there’s a really cute newbie, if it’s okay why don’t you try her out next time?”

“Haha, I will consider…”

After speaking dumbly with him, I took out my wallet. Because of the reservation, there is no need to look at the board’s service target.

“Then, please enjoy”

After paying, I familiarly walked in to the inner part of the shop.

Opening the curtains that replace the doors, into the VIP room.

Naming it as “My room”‘s room idea, the idea was a high school boy’s room.

Teaching materials and stationery was scrambled all over the learning desk,

if you look at the corner, you will see there is a new non-used wooden guitar.

There’s also a Tv and some consoles, and some popular shounen manga, and a world-renowned football star sweater, and some careful interior designing.

You can feel the manager’s passion when designing this room.

[Please experience when your parents aren’t home and you bring your girlfriend back home’s feelings!]

You could almost hear this passionate message.

While thinking of stuff, whilst sitting on the bed, using mineral water to hydrate my throat, the selected ‘lady’ appeared.

“Sorry for making you wait~”

Whilst using a cute tone and reforming her overly short skirt, slowly approached until our shoulders are almost touching.

“Uwaa”

Facing her overly bold act, I accidentally spilled my drink on my pants.

“Wa- Sorry!”

She immediately started to clean it for me with tissues, but after all it’s near ‘that place’ so I feel troubled.

“N…No, it’s fine, it’s only water.”

“Is that so, I guess it is!”

Using a casual tone, she knocked on my elbow.

Using this as a switch, the atmosphere changed.

“So, what should we do”

“The usual will do?”

“Can do. … Fufu, Doumoto-san seems to like that.”

So close that you can feel each other’s breaths, you can see her mischievous eyesight.

Unintentionally avoiding her eyes, I can see her bare foot, and the bre*sts that got jiggled out of her white clothes, and her soft cheery colored lips — nowhere to escape.

“It will be ready soon, please wait a while~”

Looking at the her that stood up after saying that, my inner heart is regretting.

I should have known. But the problem isn’t if there is anywhere I could escape to.

Actually, the skirt that’s moving in front of me and the beautiful thighs that showed itself, like an unstoppable force, attracted my vision.

This is scary. Even someone with fetishes like me got dazed in so easily.

The clothes must have demonic powers — No, more like the ‘symbol’ that comes with clothes, has a power that takes other’s souls away.

[JK] — That must be, the magic that can seduce all men.

But her in front of my eyes, was definitely not akashic magic that we cannot touch.

A shirt with a light blue ribbon.

A casually dressed blazer.

The school socks at the ankle.

A pleated skirt 20 cm above the knee.

No matter how you see it, you can tell no matter how much she dresses as a JK, she’s not a real JK.

Even though she’s not a JK, but it’s similar as of to a JK, only but wearing that uniform’s gray– that is them [The JK massagers].

Yes, this is where you can ‘do’ JK cosplayers, inside a room where you can enjoy adult services. The adultery shop — [The JK massage shop}, and I am one of those dumbasses that got attracted because of this.

“Even though it’s no biggie being watched–“

Being looked at an impolite way, she only just turned her head this way.

“–But anymore and you will have to pay extra o0?”

And then as if nothing happened, using mischievous eyes looking at me, flipped up her skirt.

“……”

When I was wondering where to look at and got into a mess, she, who was done preparing went back to my side.

“Fufu, kept you waiting♪”

Even though I know she’s used to this, my ‘thing’ down there still felt itchy, it was so pleasant to the ears that I can almost animate it in my mind.

As if it’s nothing and touching my ankles, even if it’s through my trousers I can feel that hand’s softness.

And then, each breath, I can smell the smell that only woman have.

All kinds of simulations to my five senses made my expression uncontrollably relaxed.

“Then– Let me service you tonight?”

It looks dumb and it feels vulgar right.

But please listen to me. I who focused on work, why did I turn out to come here almost every week.

Everything’s start, can be traced to almost 3 months ago–

TN:

New project :), book just arrived, read it, felt good and here we are.

Hope to catch y’all later

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