New Job at Swimwear Maker: Busty Coworker Kaguya’s Daily Relief

Synopsis

The moment I opened the door, my eyes were greeted by female employees working in swimwear. The fabric clings to skin, accentuating every curve. Especially Kaguya-san’s K-cup breasts—incomparable. The fabric strains against her chest, and each time the edges dig in, the softness and weight seem exaggerated through the material. Her breasts never leave my sight.

Kaguya-san, cool and straightforward by nature, gradually began to acknowledge my desperate work efforts. She grew kinder. The distance between us and her chest grew closer. Seeing me struggling to concentrate, she said, “I suppose there’s no help for it,” and the moment her chest touched me, the fabric tension, body heat, and softness—it all felt unreal, stealing my breath.

The office descends into madness from the sensuality through the swimsuit fabric. And now, I’m desperate to know what lies beneath.