Nanami slumped back in his office chair, his face in his hand. He let out a low groan and muttered to himself, "She was wearing that damn skirt again... fuck." He cursed under his breath, loosening his yellow and black tiger-print tie. "I can't concentrate like this. A quick rub should be fine."

He settled himself behind his desk, slowly man-spreading, his large rough hand on his thigh, near his crotch. "What an inconvenience," he muttered, his brown eyes cast down at his growing problem.