Working overtime on Christmas Eve

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hearing the knock, the man in uniform opened the door and peeked into the finance department.

"So late, you must be tired,"

the familiar guard greeted Shisen, who was working overtime. As usual, he said the main gate was closed and to ring the guardhouse bell when he returned.

"Is it already that late?"

Shisen checked his watch; it was past ten.

"You're busy every day."

"Oh, not really..."

Shisen offered this comforting remark to the guard, who never minced words, and couldn't help but smile wryly.

Perhaps he was overthinking it, but it seemed his words implied that the section chief was always the only one working overtime, making Shisen feel that the guard understood his attitude towards work.

Shisen already had gray hair. He always remembered this guard, who was of a very good character.

"It's so cold, your work must be tough."

"Oh, not really. At my age, having a job is a blessing."

"Blessed..."

"I guess I'm just destined to be a workaholic. Not having a job feels like a huge disservice to myself,"

the elderly guard said, mocking himself.

"What was your previous job...?"

"I was an office worker too."

"I imagine it must have been a top-tier company, with considerable status..."

"There, the company might have been considered large, but I was just a cog in the machine."

A lonely smile appeared on the guard's face, as if he were reminiscing about the past, but then he suddenly snapped out of it, said "Excuse me" and left.

"Having a job is happiness." Is that true?

Shisen murmured to himself. He stood up, walked to the window, and looked out.

The construction company was of medium size, located in a building on a bustling street. From the window, he could see the dazzling nighttime street scene. Under the bright lights, crowds moved constantly. Some of them were carrying the same boxes.

(Right, tonight is Christmas Eve...)

Shisen returned to his desk, picked up the phone, and heard his wife's sleepy voice on the other end.

"I'm still at the company."

"What time will you be back?"

"Probably the last train. Where's Jun-ichi?"

"He was studying hard just now, but he's asleep now."

"So tonight is Christmas Eve."

"Yes..."

"Did Jun-ichi say anything?"

"What did he say..."

"Like he wanted a present..."

"No... that kid doesn't care about that kind of thing right now." "

That's true..."

Hearing his wife's emotionless words, Se-mori felt helpless, then heard his wife suppressing a yawn and saying,

"I'm tired, I'm going to sleep."

"Okay."

This house, about an hour's train ride from the company in the suburbs, was bought four years ago when he was thirty-three. It was also a year and a half after he became a section chief. Because he worked for a construction company, he had many favorable conditions, and to own his own house at this age, Se-mori's life as an office worker was considered very lucky by general standards. Of course, there were installment payments, but unless something major happened, he wouldn't have to worry about payments anymore.

"Since owning a house, I sometimes have these strange feelings, especially in the last two or three years,"

Shisen thought to himself after hanging up the phone.

It wasn't a specific problem, but rather a strange feeling. This inexplicable feeling, like a gust of wind, would sweep through his mind, causing him to pause for a moment. When he came to his senses, he felt embarrassed, wondering if he was talking to himself. This usually happened on his commute or when he was working overtime alone.

Initially, he thought it was just temporary work fatigue or stress, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

Later, he began to find it strange because this had been happening frequently for the past six months. From this period onward, he felt it stemmed from a feeling of exhaustion or emptiness.

He asked himself what he was empty about… and then examined his environment.

Firstly, regarding his work, although it was a mid-sized construction company, he had risen smoothly to section chief in his thirties. He was a serious person who didn't smoke or drink, had no bad habits, and was trusted by the company as the finance section chief.

However, from his subordinates' perspective, he was a dull and stubborn boss. However, Shisen didn't take it to heart.

His family consisted of a wife two years his junior, whom he married through an arranged marriage, a son in sixth grade, a wife who went to a trendy health center every day, and his only concern was his son's school admission. To get into a prestigious private junior high school, he attended cram schools daily.

It seemed that Shisen was fulfilling his duties perfectly, both at work and in his personal life.

But... Shisen thought it was nothing more than that.

In this life, one morning on his way to work on the train, Shisen experienced something he could hardly believe.

The train was crowded in the morning, and suddenly he noticed a young woman who looked like an office worker sitting in front of him, her back to him, her round buttocks pressed tightly against his inner thigh.

Shisen panicked; as the train swayed, the woman's buttocks rubbed against his inner thigh.

If it were the old Shisen, worried about being mistaken for a pervert, he would have tried to change his body position to escape this situation.

But this time, he didn't. Shisen himself didn't know why. If he were seen as a pervert, the consequences would be severe. But this fear, ironically, kept Shisen in that state.

If one were to force a connection, perhaps it was an impulse towards destruction. But this was the first time he'd felt this way.

Shisen quickly became erect, and trying to control himself was futile. The more he thought about it, the more it swelled.

Shisen was extremely tense, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear a woman scream, "There's a pervert!" The tension and fear made it difficult for him to breathe properly.

At that moment, Shisen noticed the woman's sudden change…

The woman lowered her head slightly, revealing a bewildered look, her mouth slightly open, revealing an expression of excitement. "This woman doesn't seem to have the courage to scream, and she seems to be experiencing something strange." Thinking this, excitement replaced tension and fear.

In an unusually excited impulse, Shisen cautiously reached out and touched the woman's buttocks, his heart pounding as if it would explode.

But the woman didn't move.

Shisen's sweaty palm caressed the woman's round buttocks against her skirt. The elastic flesh, and the slight outline of her panties. This sensation made his penis, pressing against her buttocks, even more erect.

The woman seemed to be bound by a tight band, completely still.

Feeling his erect penis and the woman's supple flesh, he felt an irresistible urge to assault her.

And that was the end of what happened on the tram.

From then on, Sesen never acted like a pervert again. He kept this desire to himself, but his personality made it impossible for him to take the bold actions of a pervert.

But that one act of perversion definitely created a ripple in Sesen's heart.

This feeling occasionally welled up in his heart. In that strange emptiness, it was like a flower blooming.

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As he was thinking about these things after hanging up the phone, he was suddenly awakened by the sound of the door opening.

"It really is the section chief." "

Ms. Kawanishi..."

It was Sesen's subordinate, Kawanishi Haruna, who suddenly walked into the office.

"What are you doing here at this hour?"

"I was passing by the front of the company and saw that only the finance department's light was on, so I thought it must be the section chief."

Kawanishi Haruna said unclearly as she walked towards Sesen, her steps a little unsteady.

"You seem very happy."

"Hehe, it's Christmas Eve."

She said she would go dancing at the disco first, and then go to the lounge for drinks.

"This is to visit the section chief."

Haruna handed over the paper bag she was holding to her chest. The paper bag contained a hamburger and a cola.

"Thank you."

Having just heard his wife's heartless words, the section chief was deeply moved by his subordinate's thoughtfulness.

Kawanishi Haruna gave Semori an embarrassed smile before taking off her coat.

"Section Chief, don't you celebrate Christmas Eve?"

"Probably."

Semori smiled wryly, unsure where to look. Haruna sat lazily in the chair opposite him. Her long,

slender legs were revealed from her mini-skirt.

"But your wife and son are different, aren't they?"

Semori, unable to resist staring at her legs, quickly looked up at Haruna.

"My wife and child ignore me."

"Ignore you?"

"I guess I don't really care whether they're there or not."

Seeing Semori's wry smile, Haruna wanted to laugh too, but her expression suddenly turned somber.

"So the section chief is lonely."

"I'm lonely...?"

"Aren't you just a superfluous person?"

"Oh, you mean that? Are you one too?"

"Doesn't it seem like it?"

"No. Didn't you have a pleasant drinking night?"

"I'm drinking to drown my sorrows."

Haruna gave a self-deprecating look, tossed her long hair over her shoulders, and said,

"I feel a great sense of loss right now."

"Hit by a breakup?"

"Hit by a breakup...?"

Haruna looked at Seshin and asked. Her hazy eyes suddenly lit up, making Seshin flustered. But Haruna's face returned to a self-deprecating expression, her eyes still glazed over.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Seshin thought to himself, and started eating the hamburger Haruna had brought him. While eating and looking at the ledgers, Haruna turned to her desk, her back to Seshin.

After maintaining this position for a while, Haruna picked up the phone and started pressing buttons.

Seshin noticed, but pretended not to see and continued working, but he could feel Haruna putting the phone to her ear, turning her head back, and then turning away again.

"Merry Christmas,"

Haruna suddenly said to the person on the other end of the phone.

"Am I bothering you by calling at this hour?"

Perhaps realizing her connection to Semori, Haruna lowered her voice, causing Semori to perk up his ears.

"You're so polite. Hehe... Your wife is with you, isn't she?"

Haruna's tone was barbed.

"Yes, I'm drunk, is that not allowed?"

Haruna became hysterical, saying,

"But don't get me wrong, I didn't get drunk for anyone. Hehe... You seem eager to hang up right now. Okay, I'll hang up on you, don't worry, I won't call again, you coward... Bye-bye."

Haruna slammed the phone down as if throwing it away, then stared at it in that position.

Semori could roughly guess the content of Haruna's call.

Kawanishi Haruna might have had a relationship with a married man, and now that their relationship had broken down, that call was probably the end of it all.

It wasn't surprising that Haruna's situation was like this. Other male employees said she was like a popular star, not only outstanding in appearance but also with a captivating figure. Some even gossiped behind her back about her complicated romantic relationships.

Whether Haruna was aware of this was unknown; she seemed indifferent to such relationships. She looked down on many men, leading some to believe she was arrogant.

Sessen didn't know whether he should speak to Haruna after she hung up the phone. Not being good at dealing with women, Sessen didn't know what to say. Besides, Haruna's back seemed unapproachable, as if she wouldn't accept any comfort.

After a period of intoxication, Sessen pretended to be focused on his work.

Soon after, Haruna slumped over her desk. Sessen thought she was crying, but it didn't seem like it. He went over to check and found she had fallen asleep, drunk.

"Hey, Ms. Kawanishi..."

Sessen shook her shoulder.

"Ugh... don't disturb me,"

Haruna mumbled in her sleep, refusing to wake up.

"You'll catch a cold sleeping in a place like this, get up."

"No...don't..."

"I can't do anything with you."

Sessen felt sleepy and decided to let her sleep on the sofa in the meeting room. He pulled Haruna's arm over his shoulder and picked her up.

The so-called meeting room was just a small room used by the finance department. It was simply partitioned off in a corner of the office.

Haruna leaned against Sessen. Sessen felt sleepy again. He couldn't help but smell the scent of a young woman. When he picked her up, he touched her prominent breasts.

Finally, after getting Haruna to the meeting room and letting her sleep on the sofa, Sessen immediately left. The room was heated, but she might still catch a cold if she fell asleep.

Sessen returned to the meeting room with his suit jacket and Haruna's coat, and gasped at the sight inside, standing at the doorway. Haruna was sleeping on the sofa, her knees raised, leaning against the back of the chair, her miniskirt almost riding up to reveal her pantyhose and white thong.

Sessen's heart raced, almost bursting.

Haruna was drunk; her chest rose and fell with her breath, and her youth was evident in her full thighs. Her hips had an astonishing weight.

Drawn in, Sesen squatted down, feeling an intense thirst in his throat and difficulty breathing.

Overwhelmed by excitement, he couldn't discern what he wanted to do. Suddenly, the scene of his first sexual encounter flashed through his mind, sending shivers of excitement through his body as he smelled the fragrance emanating from deep within Haruna's thighs. He couldn't help but reach out and stroke her thighs.

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Sesen parted Haruna's legs, seeing her white panties through her stockings. His eyes were immediately drawn to the slightly bulging area.

He pressed his face against Haruna's thighs, taking deep breaths. The sweet fragrance filled his nostrils, numbing his senses.

At that moment, he only wanted to see the source of this scent.

Sesen wanted to fulfill this wish. But he dared not take any further action; doing so would surely wake Haruna, who would then loudly berate her boss for his lewd behavior.

If it were just this, it would be fine, but if it became public, that would be terrible.

Sesen felt afraid. But his manhood, at his age, was swollen to the point of bursting.

Haruna, still fast asleep, sat before him. Her silk blouse rose and fell with her movements, creating an unsettling sight.

Looking at Haruna, Sesen had another thought.

This was probably what they called "easy prey," especially since she wasn't a virgin, and she was drinking heavily because of her broken relationship with a married man. Knowing I was working overtime here, she still slept here without a second thought—was that what she meant?

He knew he was being overly optimistic, but thinking this way made him feel relieved. For him, this kind of opportunity might never come again. Sesen, who had once been a pervert, had discovered his past and visited brothels a few times, but never had the courage to buy sex.

From then on, he satisfied his fantasies with erotic novels he had never read before, or magazines featuring sex.

Thinking of his own useless state, Sesen impulsively reached for Haruna's thigh.

First, straighten her legs, turn her body to lie on her side, unzip the back of her skirt, and then lay her on her back.

Haruna probably thought she was still sleeping on the sofa, only making slight noises, but even so, Sessen was already sweating with tension.

Grabbing the hem of the miniskirt with both hands, while observing Haruna's reaction, he slowly pulled it down, but the weight of his body and the protrusion of his buttocks made it difficult to pull the skirt off smoothly.

Sessen felt anxious and began to pull harder. When he pulled it up to her knees, Haruna let out a groan and opened her eyes.

In an instant, the tense Sessen and the still clueless Haruna's eyes met. Haruna saw Sessen holding the skirt, frozen in place, and an incredulous look of surprise appeared on her face.

"No!"

Haruna immediately began to struggle desperately.

"Miss Kawanishi!"

"No! Let me go!"

"You......."

"No!"

Haruna kicked her legs violently, trying to push Sessen away with her hands, but the miniskirt was above her knees, so she couldn't exert any force.

Sessen tried to grab Haruna's hands. Haruna desperately resisted his attempt to grab her.

At this moment, Sesemori went all out. Haruna's hand struck Sesemori's face during her struggle, making a loud noise. In an instant, both stopped.

Haruna was the one who became timid. Sesemori, however, became enraged and pushed Haruna onto the sofa.

"No... Section Chief... Don't do this..."

Haruna began to struggle again, but not as fiercely as before.

Sesemori had also lost his temper, roughly pulling off her miniskirt, pantyhose, and briefs. Haruna screamed and punched Sesemori's head and back as he bent over.

Sesemori found her hands in the way.

Seeing the pantyhose he had taken off, he immediately thought of using it to tie her up.

He forced the struggling Haruna face down, straddled her, twisted her hands behind her back, and tied her wrists with the middle of the pantyhose, also utilizing the leg part of the pantyhose.

Despite being tense, Sessori, straddling Haruna, could still think about these things.

When Sessori lifted Haruna, her lower body was already naked.

"No! Let go of my hands!"

Haruna twisted her body, bending her upper body as if to cover her exposed lower body. Hearing Haruna's plea, Sessori felt a pang of guilt.

At this moment, Haruna probably felt that pleading was useless, so she shouted,

"This is too much! I can't forgive the section chief for doing such a thing!"

"Can't forgive?"

"Of course!"

Haruna glared angrily at Sessori.

"Are you going to report me?" "

Of course I'll report you!"

Hearing Haruna's words, Sessori felt as if he had been doused with cold water.

"Then, the section chief will be finished."

Sessori felt as if an earthquake was shaking beneath his feet.

"However, just let go of my hands like this, and I won't tell anyone about tonight."

At this moment, Haruna revealed a victorious tone.

However, this tone only made Sessori more impulsive. This statement also revealed Sessen's weakness, a weakness that had always made him timid. Therefore, the anger welling up inside him was directed not only at Haruna but also at himself.

"You mean... I'm finished?"

A reckless smile appeared on Sessen's face.

"You mean you're just going to let you go like this, as if nothing happened tonight?"

"Yes."

Haruna noticed Sessen's change and looked fearful. This only emboldened Sessen.

"You think I'm scared?"

Sessen suddenly grabbed Haruna's foot, placed it on the sofa armrest, took the excess pantyhose and tied it up, then her other leg...

Haruna's legs were spread to their limit, her crotch completely exposed.

"Don't do this..."

The echo reverberated in the meeting room.

"No! Don't look!"

Haruna turned her face away, her spread thighs trembling slightly.

Sessen untied his tie and stuffed it into Haruna's mouth.

At this moment, Haruna looked at Sessen with an expression that was hard to tell whether it was fear or pleading.

Instead, Sessen smiled and slowly unbuttoned Haruna's shirt.

Once it was all unbuttoned, Sessen squinted. He saw her breasts peeking out from her almost white bra; the hooks were in the front, making it easy for Sessen. As Sessen began to unhook the hooks, Haruna shook her head frantically.

The moment the hooks were untied, the two bowls sprang to the sides.

Shisen couldn't help but gasp; the exposed breasts were full, the nipples slightly upturned.

Behind her back, people said she had a complicated social life, but surprisingly, her areolas and nipples were pink. Especially the slightly raised areolas, the small nipples resembling cake decorations.

Shisen felt it would be a waste to immediately rape Haruna, so he sat in the chair directly in front of her and slowly admired her.

Haruna felt that gaze and involuntarily turned her face away, simultaneously letting out a painful groan and shaking her head desperately.

Shisen's gaze was completely drawn to Haruna's mysterious parts.

Her pubic hair was sparse, but very long, like tender grass, forming a triangle within a narrow area. Below that were sparse pubic hairs surrounding her labia. Because her legs were spread 180 degrees, her petals had bloomed, revealing the moist, pink flesh inside.

The petals were a light brown color, still beautifully shaped, full of freshness.

For Shisen, all he knew was his wife's body, so seeing such a young body filled him with intoxication.

And to be able to so freely admire the wanton posture of his young female subordinate in the company late at night felt like a dream.

"Maybe this is a dream. If it's a dream, then doing anything is fine..."

Shisen felt something attached to him and immediately stood up.

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Shisen knelt between Haruna's completely spread legs and began to slowly caress her breasts.

He sucked on her nipples, flicking them with his tongue.

He pinched the other nipple with his fingers. Haruna's upper body writhed, emitting sweet moans from her nostrils.

Her nipples quickly reacted irrationally, becoming erect between Shisen's mouth and fingers.

Shisen's face moved from Haruna's chest down to her abdomen. He used both hands to pull her already blooming petals open further.

Haruna's body jerked, then she moaned and twisted her hips. At this moment, Sesen saw her parted labia and was surprised. They were different from when he had admired them earlier; they were glistening with moisture. Although not yet dripping wet, they were already overflowing with nectar, likely from playing with her breasts.

Above the labia was a pink clitoris reminiscent of a pearl.

The tender flesh inside the vagina seemed to writhe, releasing clear nectar.

Feeling Sesen's burning gaze, Haruna involuntarily clenched her vagina, causing more nectar to overflow.

"She said no, but she's already like this!"

Sesen thought, feeling smug that just playing with her breasts had made Haruna so wet.

Suddenly, he lowered his head and licked her exposed clitoris. With a trembling moan, Haruna's whole body writhed.

Sesen's actions were very persistent; he intended to continue like this until Haruna climaxed. Her

movements, which had previously appeared as unbearable writhing, were now different. First, she straightened her legs and remained still, then trembled violently, then remained still again, repeating this cycle with increasingly shorter intervals. This was proof that her endurance had reached its limit.

Soon, a sobbing, nasal sound escaped her lips as her body slumped back onto the sofa, trembling. Sesen could tell, of course, that Haruna had reached orgasm.

Sesen removed the tie from Haruna's mouth. Haruna's breathing was still rapid, her body trembled slightly, and her buttocks were wriggling.

"How is it? Still not enough?"

"No..."

"What's with that wriggling of your buttocks?"

"Stop talking!"

By this time, Haruna's drunkenness had completely dissipated, but she seemed to be overwhelmed by the sensual pleasure. She turned her face away, as if afraid he would see her expression.

Sesen, watching Haruna like this, excitedly stripped his lower body naked. His penis was fully erect, standing straight with an angry thrust.

Seeing this, Haruna shook her head with a pleading expression.

Sesen stroked her wet vulva with his fingers. Haruna's buttocks twitched, and as he continued stroking, she wriggled uncontrollably.

"Ah...no..."

"Does twisting your buttocks like that mean you don't want it?"

"This..."

Haruna's clitoris, sucked by Sessen, was indeed erect like a pearl. Whenever a finger touched the pearl, Haruna would let out a short, excited moan, her body trembling.

Sessen's finger entered her vagina. Haruna took a deep breath, her body arching back.

His finger began to slowly thrust in and out. In the wetness, she felt a subtle roughness in the vaginal walls.

Haruna's rapid breathing seemed to match the thrusting of his finger, growing increasingly aroused.

Haruna's buttocks twisted even more uncomfortably, as if indicating that Sessen's finger was no longer satisfying her.

Sessen then withdrew his finger.

"Ah..."

Haruna let out a broken, pleading moan. Sessen felt that her expression and voice were pleading not to stop.

The moment his finger was withdrawn, clear nectar flowed from her vulva, down to her anus.

Sessen's finger found the brown opening.

"Ah... there is..."

Haruna cried out in alarm, wriggling her buttocks.

Semori hesitated.

He had only ever seen this kind of behavior in weekly magazines or erotic novels. Of course, he had never done it with his wife before; this was his first experience. Semori himself thought this behavior was abnormal, only somewhat interesting.

If anything, the current situation was abnormal, but that thought quickly vanished.

Moreover, when he rubbed her wet anus and inserted his fingers, Haruna reacted in a clearly abnormal way. Haruna

's breathing became rapid, a seductive expression of excitement appeared on her face, and the range of her buttock wriggling increased.

"Ah... no... um... ah..."

The sounds she made were like a dream, or like intoxication.

"Is it that comfortable here?"

"Ah... ah... more... more..."

In her rapid breathing, she seemed to be unable to hold back any longer.

This surprised Semori, who found it hard to believe. Just moments ago she was saying she'd sue Sesen, but now she's intoxicated by lewd excitement, demanding that Sesen do the same thing.

"What else do you want? What do you want me to do..."

Sesen's voice was also a little hoarse, as if he'd been infected by Haruna's excitement.

Haruna kept saying she wanted more... but Sesen didn't know what to do.

Sesen stood up and pressed his engorged penis against Haruna's face. When he grabbed her hair and pulled her close, Haruna's mouth didn't resist his penis.

At first, she seemed hesitant, only taking the glans into her mouth, but quickly swallowed it deeply, revealing an expression of ecstasy, rubbing her tongue against the shaft.

Sesen quickly pulled back; if he continued to watch Haruna's irritating expression as she swallowed his penis, he wouldn't be able to hold back his ejaculation…

He grasped the saliva-covered penis in his hand, rubbing the glans against her vulva.

Knowing she was about to be violated, Haruna didn't utter a word of refusal; instead, she opened her eyes, her breath quickening as she stared at the penis rubbing against her vulva.

Sesen penetrated her, and Haruna let out a trembling moan, tilting her head back. Sesen felt a melting, intimate connection.

He slowly moved his lower body, feeling the sticky, entwined sensation in the warm, moist environment, which excited him.

Haruna seemed to be responding to Sesen's movements, also letting out excited moans, her head swaying from side to side.

Sesen grabbed Haruna's hair and pressed it down, making her see the part where they were joined.

"Look here!"

"Ah...this..."

The penis inserted between the petals, and with each thrust, both the penis and labia glistened wetly.

"Ah..."

Haruna let out an excited trembling sound.

"How is it? See it?"

Sesen asked, his mouth close to Haruna's ear. Haruna nodded excitedly.

"Men and women..."

Sesen breathed heavily, thrusting forcefully as if deliberately letting her see clearly, and said:

"What's it called when you do this?"

"No..."

Haruna's voice was somewhat shy.

Sesen still persisted in asking.

"You have to say it. How could a woman who has a relationship with a married man not know?"

"No! No!"

Haruna shook her head desperately.

"You have to say it!"

Sesen roared. At the same time, he thrust even deeper. Haruna let out a trembling sound, almost reaching orgasm.

Sesen whispered in her ear:

"It's fucking, right?"

"Ah..."

Haruna's voice became even more excited.

"You said fucking my hole feels so good."

"Yes... fucking my hole feels so good..."

Haruna seemed to have reached a high point of excitement and blurted out. Upon hearing this, Sessen almost ejaculated.

He barely managed to hold back, then left Haruna's body and quickly untied the socks binding her feet. Even Sessen himself felt uncomfortable with this position.

After making Haruna stand up, he made her kneel down, her hands still tied behind her back, and this time Sessen penetrated her from behind.

Her slender waist with its beautiful curves writhed like a bitch in heat as Sessen thrust into her.

Seeing this sexy posture and hearing Haruna's sobs, Sessen felt unbearable again, so he left the woman's body. But this time, Sessen sat on the sofa himself, letting Haruna straddle his lap.

When they kissed, Haruna actively inserted her tongue to entwine with his. At the same time, she let out lewd moans and rhythmically writhed her buttocks.

Sessen reached behind his back and untied the pantyhose binding his hands.

"Is it good?"

"Ah...yes!"

Haruna seemed very excited and hugged Sessen tightly.

"Where is it good?"

"Vulva..."

Haruna said, indicating that she was about to climax, and began to make sobbing moans. At the same time, Sessen released his long-suppressed pleasure.

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5.

The taxi sped along the suburban highway in the dead of night.

Kawanishi Haruna sat next to Sessen.

Haruna hadn't spoken a word since the intercourse. When Sessen offered to take her home, he silently got into the taxi.

Sessen didn't know what Haruna was thinking, so he felt uneasy and his heart was pounding.

At this moment, Haruna finally spoke, asking the taxi to stop.

Sessen panicked because there was a red light on the side of the road ahead, and bright lights shone from the door of a small building. In the light, there were dark figures—police officers standing in front of the police station.

"You..."

Sessen's voice was hoarse with tension, and he looked at Haruna with pleading eyes.

Haruna looked confused for a moment, but immediately said,

"Section Chief, get out of the car with me too."

Sessen felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.

As if being led to the execution ground, Sessen got out of the taxi, and Haruna was already walking towards the police station.

Sessen hurriedly chased after her.

"Ms. Kawanishi, no matter what, let's talk first."

"Talk first...?"

Haruna stopped, but this time her expression clearly showed surprise as she asked.

"What's there to talk about now?"

"I mean... um..."

Unable to find the right words to persuade Haruna, Sessen looked nervous, and the police looked at them.

"Section Chief is really strange..."

For some reason, Haruna smiled and continued walking forward.

Sessen stood there, frozen in despair. But then he froze, because Haruna walked past the police station.

Sessen immediately felt a dark cloud disappear and quickly ran over.

"Where are you going?"

"My room..."

"You..."

"Yes! I have something I want the section chief to see."

Haruna looked at Sessen with a meaningful gaze.

Sessen asked what it was, but Haruna didn't answer. Sessen had no choice but to follow her to Haruna's room.

"I didn't expect the section chief to have sadistic tendencies."

Haruna said, taking a purse from the closet and placing it in front of the stunned Sessen.

"This is it..."

Haruna gestured for him to open it.

Sessen opened the purse and, seeing what was inside, was speechless with surprise.

"This is..."

Seeing Sessen's expression, Haruna gave a mysterious smile and said in a self-deprecating tone,

"This is what the man I called tonight forgot to take."

"So, you are..."

Haruna's eyes gleamed with a seductive light as she looked at Sessen.

Inside the purse were ropes, whips, and an electric dildo, props for sadistic games.

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