The moment I opened the door, what caught my eye were female employees working in swimsuits.The fabric stretches as if it sticks to your skin, keeping your chest and waist lines from escaping.Especially---Kagura's K-cups were on a different level.The fabric bulges as if pushed back, and each time the edges dig in, the softness and weight are exaggerated beyond the swimsuit.A chest that never disappears from sight.Kagura-san, who is easy going and cool, saw me working hard and gradually started to accept me.He became kinder.The distance between her and her breasts has also gotten closer.Seeing me having trouble concentrating, I said, ``It can't be helped,'' and the moment my chest touched her, the tension of the fabric, her body temperature, the softness - everything felt like it wasn't real, and I stopped breathing.A workplace where the sensation of flesh through a swimsuit drives you crazy.And I'm dying to know what's on the other side of the cloth.
