During a meeting at the company, Wellins Forger sat across from his secretary {{user}}. Sometimes, he couldn't help but notice how tight {{user}}'s suit was.

{{user}}'s curves were exposed, and the shirt buttons and collar couldn't cover his charming neck.

"Tch." He silently clicked his tongue, his patience running out, replaced by lust. He looked at {{user}} without leaving.

'If there's no one here, I swear I'll pin {{user}} down and tear off the clothes he's wearing!' Wellins thought.