Summary
My direct superior, Section Chief Okita, is a man I look up to who will follow up on his subordinates. It seems like Mr. Okita has been worrying lately… “If there’s anything I can do, please let me help you!” To be a model for a portrait! In fact, Mr. Okita was an artist with the face of a painter in his private life. She said that she was having trouble finding a model child even though the exhibition was near. If it was me, by all means, I would visit the atelier of the section chief I longed for, but what I saw there was a [shunga] where men at the same time were intertwined in a distasteful way… That night… the section chief gently brushed me I stroked the body of…
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