i'm under threat, ichibashi.

A few years ago, I was forced to do pillow business because of the strictness of the norm and the devil's difference. That's what made me want to do with the sales of my colleagues. When I say, "I'm going to keep it secret for my company and my husband," I slap a hot bar in my mouth or blame my chin with a ugly toy. I was desperately enduring, but when I put a mysterious liquid called glaze oil on my sensitive secret, I found a man's meat stick against reason and moved my waist from myself.