The moment I opened the door, my eyes were caught by
the female employees working in swimsuits.
The fabric stretched as if to cling to their skin,
leaving no room for the lines of their breasts or waists.
Kagura's K-cup breasts were in a class of their own.
The fabric bulged as if to push back,
and each time the edges dug in, both the softness and weight
were exaggerated through the swimsuit.
Her breasts never disappeared from view.
Kagura has a cool, straightforward personality,
and as she watched me work hard,
she gradually began to accept 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 she touched my breasts,
the tension of the fabric, my body temperature, and my softness -
it all seemed unreal and I stopped breathing.
The sensations of flesh through swimsuits drove me crazy in this workplace.
And I,
I can't help but want to know what's on the other side of the fabric.