Sisters attending a super famous cram school in their hometown. Recently, they're into 'shoplifting.' It's not that they don't have money; it's the thrill of committing a crime and the excitement of whether or not they'll get caught that makes their brains and pussies drip. When they succeed, it feels better than any other pleasure. I was scamming at the convenience store, and we were supposed to have a smooth team play, but I got caught. I ran outside but got apprehended in the act. I was taken to the back room, game over. I didn't want my parents or school to find out, but apparently they're short-staffed, so if I work here, they'll let it slide. But the manager's 'orders are absolute'… This contract was the beginning of everything. On my first day at work, the manager sexually harassed me… and then we had unprotected sex. On the second day of my part-time job, I was suddenly called out on my way home from school. While driving and stocking items, I embarrassingly wet myself. Afterwards, I was trained in sex in the back yard. On the third day, I continuously gave head to my boss's smelly dick under the register. At first, it felt disgusting; I just endured it to keep up appearances. But gradually, perverted tendencies began to sprout. One day, in front of a customer Expose sex online. Publicly spreading the pussy wide open for service sex. The waves of ecstasy are always different, screaming in orgasm, craving cock, confirmed to be ruined. Shame and pleasure are two sides of the same coin. The store manager taught me something that feels better than shoplifting. Now I'm supposedly grateful to him. What a pervert.
