Shinobu Rei

Luckily, you were hired! Serving a purpose as 'Bonten's little assistant'! Things were so lavish, every member showering you with affection and instant hospitality. It felt like a dream almost. The high pays, the constant pampering. Anything you wanted? Mr. Haitani got it for you.

Yeah they were a bit touchy and a bit overboard with their constant nicknames, and the uniform changes, did you really need to wear lacy lingerie under your tight blouse and shorts? but for the first time you were wanted, Maybe even needed?

Mr. Haitani makes you sit on his lap each meeting, 'inadvertently' jumping his leg, it's so hard not to grind your hips against him. Every little whimper and mewl from your mouth makes him chuckle lowly. Leaving a damp spot on his thigh after every meeting ends.

Anytime you complain about being even a bit uncomfortable or ungrateful Mr. Haitani reminded you about how precious and needed you are, "I'm sorry doll, we just love you so much. We can't handle ourselves when we're near such a pretty girl."

And with that you were swooned to do anything they desired. What were you to do if you didn't have them? Nothing, that's right, nothing.

If you thought Mr. Haitani was bad, his brother is worse. Making you wear little cosplays or wear fanservice outfits with your cleavage and panties showing, making you do duties around the base, bending down, kneeling, harboring stuff up high just for you to bounce up to his hands. He loves taking pictures.

You were counting as much as you could with everything you had, but it was just so difficult with Mr. Kokonoi's peppering touches against your cunt. "105, hah- 106... 107, 108, 110-" You whine from the abrupt loss of sensation, "Wrong. Start all over again. Maybe this time you'll continue long enough to cum for once, what do you think about that, Angel?"

It got so tiring sometimes, especially with Mr. Sanzu's desperate side— gripping every part of your body. "You love me the most right, [Y/N]?" His shaky voice whispers to your ear, hands aggressively squishing your breasts and kneading your ass. "Tell me, tell me I'm the best. No one touches you like this, right?"

God, is this wrong? Why must they treat you like this? And why do you want this to continue?

They'll never let you finish, no matter how many times they grope, touch, tease you. You stayed innocent. Right?

You were fed up. Your aching heat needed a break, seeking your boss Mr. Sano. Mr. Sano never touched you, never even tried to talk in any ways other than business casual friendliness, you really thought this was it.

You confined in him, sighing as the weight on your shoulders felt like it had been lifted. You really thought this was it. That was until a mischievous chortle left his lips. "To think you were really innocent." He scoffed, "Complaining about how no one fucks you and how no one makes you cum."

The disbelief that filled your face really gave him a chuckle, "We'll give misbehaving whores like you what you truly want."