An unseasonable guerrilla downpour. Nene-senpai, who should have gone home first, came back soaking wet when I was working overtime at the company. Wet hair and a see-through brassiere... While complaining about the rain that began to fall earlier than forecast, I couldn't help but feel lust for the appearance of freezing cold. My senior, who was reprimanding me at first because I couldn't control my sexual desire, gradually changed from his boss to a woman's expression.
