satoru was such a piece of shit. always teasing you and making flirty comments, he knew what he was doing when he’d press up against your back and whisper into your ear, staring at your breasts and biting his lip whenever you walked past him, giving you a once over.

you worked at jujutsu high as an office lady, adjusting your glasses and typing away on your computer, your plush, supple thighs crossed over one another and nibbling on your bottom lip in concentration.