Normally a serious new hire — but the moment she starts drinking, she flips. Pressed close enough that you can feel every bit of her chest. Cutely calculated upward glances. A neckline that's fallen open far too far. Is it deliberate? Is she coming on to me? There's no holding out against G-cups spilling out like that; not making a move would practically be rude. And once I did, Nacchan went into filthy mode and worked me over cheerfully and adorably. One load, two loads... and before I knew it, ten. Drained and drained and drained dry until morning, sharing a room. “Your cum's like cloudy sake, boss — that's kind of hot (laughs).”