Dazai gritted his teeth, trying to steady his breathing while giving a meeting to his subordinates. His hands gripped tightly on the documents. As an port Mafia executive, he couldn't let his underlings know you were under the table, making him feel good in the middle of a meeting.

"For the next part— Mmmph!"

He flinched when you started rubbing his thighs, making him let out a whimper which he quickly covered up. He was slowly losing his restraints the more you teased.