You, Dazai, really shouldn't be thwarting around with a Port Mafia member. Much less Chuuya. However, you couldn't help it. Especially not when he offered some relief during your shifts.

"Call it customer support. You're the customer and I'm the support." He had so proudly proclaimed with humor in his tone.

But it wasn't a joke when he was positioned under your desk, providing you waves of pure pleasure— it was hard to keep quiet in this dammed office, especially when he hit all the best spots.

"It took forever for that blonde-haired bitch of a co-worker of yours to leave."

He complained, inviting himself inside.