Kikanshita Yuusha no Gojitsudan

"Uh-huh!!

I took my eyes off the computer screen and stretched out a lot.

Long paperwork has strengthened my body.

The shoppers seem to be turning around today with no particular problems, and the administrative work went a long way.

The manager of the family is a good choreographer.

Especially now, the manager of this store is also the manager of the new store, and is almost absent.

Because of this, I have to do most of the store operations.

The family is open for a long time. Someone has to be in charge from 9: 00 in the morning to around the time the date changes at night, including preparation.

In the meantime, I have to do some clerical work, and if there aren't enough people, I have to go into the hall and do some customer service.

Inevitably, it's all set for me to take charge of it.

Though the store manager is supposed to come only once a week to get my holiday, I feel like two days off a week is what the world is all about.

Because of this, no matter how many employees come in, they quit in a short period of time.

That's why being a 25-year-old little girl, I'm entitled "Manager."

The guys at HQ push as much as they want because they think they won't have to pay for overtime if they keep their positions.

A favorite gaze and sexual harassment on-parade if you go out to headquarters occasionally.

I'm not kidding!

I looked at today's shift table, which seemed stressful and manageable just thinking about it.

"The halls of the night shift are Osamu and Mishima, Kashiwagi? Kashiwagi hasn't seen you in a long time. I thought you said a report or something."

I think of the face of a college boy with a serene look on his face.

He's the kid the manager interviewed and hired when I was just becoming a manager.

Did you just become a college student?

Anyway, he was serious, remembered his job quickly, and he didn't have to do customer service. It is now a valuable force in this store. This sudden impossibility also helps me unless it's convenient. And she's a little cute.

This time, I suddenly had to submit a report or something to vacate my shift. Students are in trouble, too.

I can change my mood. I head to the computer again. Then,

"Good Morning ~ Su"

Kashiwagi comes in with a greeting. An hour earlier than planned.

"Good luck. Kashiwagi-san, you're early."

When I say,

"No, I was a little anxious to forget that my shift was empty, and I thought I'd come early and check the menu and stuff"

Kashiwaki laughed embarrassingly as she said that.

He's a really serious kid. There's nothing weird about you, and I can take care of you around. Really yummy, not reliable.

"It's as serious and helpful as ever. Hall today, please."

When I responded that way, Kashiwaki went into the dressing room, which you would reply to and change.

A little while later, Kashiwaki came out naked in his upper body.

They don't fit the size of the shirt.

I accidentally saw it naked.

Are you going to lose weight? I can see a lot of signs of body and old wounds.

I could see my heart bouncing and my face turning red.

It's not like I'm not used to seeing a man naked. It's just the upper body.

Still, he felt something that inspired the 'woman' in me.

So I guess, I touched his body under the pretext of sizing even though I didn't have to be pushed by my desires.

Kashiwagi seems to be a little red too. [M]

When the sizing is over, I manage to let myself go. Very unfortunate. I'd rather be attacked first. Gohon.

I wonder if I'm craving it.

With that said, I haven't done that with men lately. Kashiwaki, we have to get rid of it with something before we attack you.

I'm getting busy in the store, so I'm going into hall business.

Looking at the whole thing, I can see your movements, especially Kashiwaki.

A supple, flowing movement that feels quick but doesn't panic.

Was he so awesome?

Even as I see it, my work progresses, and when the peak of my busyness passes, I go back to my office.

After a while of clerical work, I heard something like yelling from inside the store.

I rush to see how it goes.

Sometimes customers complain about unreasonable things about whether there is alcohol in it when they stay up late at night.

It is also my job as a manager to deal with such customers.

When I look inside the store, Mr. Omori is about to cry, and I see Kashiwaki lowering you to shelter it.

When I looked at the customers who were there, there were four men with a distinctly gully wind.

If it is true, I, the person responsible, should go. You shouldn't let a part-time kid handle this.

But I can't move my legs.

Horrible. Horrible.

What words can I throw at them if I go before them?

Maybe that's not all I'm sorry for. No, I'm sure you're sorry.

I'm sure they'll demand something. Is it money or is it my body?

Maybe both.

And I guess I'll be abducted somewhere.

That's where I'm going to be hit with desire by those crude men.

Hold on to me as hard as you can to resist, tear my clothes apart unscrupulously, and rub this proud breast roughly while throwing obscene words at me.

Tie my hand to rampage, threaten me with a blade, and mine...

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Paranoia has reached a dangerous level, please wait

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When I returned to me, those men had already left the store.

Kashiwagi walks over here with a troubled look on your face.

Is something wrong? I don't see how he beat me up, but was it also attributed to him?

"Kashiwagi-san, were you okay? Nothing?

I ask him.

I regret that I pushed him, the head of the store.

"I'm sorry! If it was true, I would have had to go"

"Oh, it's okay. Nothing."

There is no grief in his face responding with a bitter laugh.

Could it have been resolved without anything?

I finally exhale when I see that attitude.

"It's just that I think I leaked a lot, and I need to clean it."

Unexpectedly when I hear that word, I do my eyes on his groin.

Is it because of the black slack? It looks like nothing in particular.

"Uh, are you okay? You know, get dressed or something?

When I asked him that, he panicked,

"No! It's not me!! It's them!!!

That's what I said.

Oh, my God, is it?

If he had been crude, I would have cleaned him up.

Don't tell me you felt a little sorry for me.

But it seemed like I needed to change my underwear.

Then a few days went by without a thing.

And it's only been a week or so.

The men came when Kashiwagi was serving customers at the cashier.

Now there are six of them. Some of them were definitely gala bad guys who got into trouble at this store last week.

When they told Kashiwagi something, Kashiwagi stood ahead of them and left the store.

Looks like he went to the back of the store when he followed him through the window.

I patrol a lot. Should I contact the police?

But Kashiwagi looked like he could afford a lot.

Kashiwaki came back when I couldn't make up my mind.

When I ask,

"It's okay. I talked to him for a second and he ran away."

and taught me with a bitter laugh.

Should I say it doesn't look like it? He feels a lot more rigid and manly.

What shall I do?

His desire to try to be held in his arms boils with a shine.

It may be a little thick to be his woman because it's a shame, but there's also a difference in age.

It feels pretty hot, but could you give me a little bit of a hand?

I'd like to be asked to be rough enough to be a little rampant if I could.

Will you tie me up or slap me?

Shall we work out a plan somehow?