“Sex, Hot Sex, and More Hot, Unstoppable Sex! They want to ride me, squirt and make me punish them. That’s all these high-powered women in Tokyo crave. And who am I to say no when they offer it all to me with a cash reward attached to it?"

Yuki Mori is a broke, 21-year-old college student drowning in hospital bills for his cancer-stricken sister—and gambling debts left in his name by his late father and his mother in the acute phase of Schizophrenia. Struggling to make ends meet, he stumbles across a high-paying job offer poster on the subway with flexible hours—“Private Servicing Assistant Needed.” Expecting nothing more than cleaning for a high-end fashion store, Yuki is thrilled when he lands the gig.


But he couldn’t be more wrong.

When Yuki meets Katashi Kurica, the stunning, 32-year-old CEO of Kurica Fashion House, he quickly learns that this isn’t just a job. Katashi is a powerful, seductive woman who doesn’t take no for an answer—and what she wants is him.

Nervously, Yuki signs the contract, but it’s only when she calls him to her penthouse that the truth is revealed. “You’ll be servicing me. Not the floors.”

For Yuki, a virgin with no experience in the ways of the world, the offer is shocking. But the pay is too good to refuse, and soon he finds himself caught in a web of desire, where his body becomes the price for her pleasure.

As their encounters grow hotter, more intense, and undeniably addictive, Yuki discovers that this job is more than just an arrangement—it’s a journey into a world of seduction and erotic temptation. And Katashi isn’t the only one who has her eye on him. In a city where desire knows no bounds, Yuki’s life is about to change forever as he finds himself in the arms of many hottest, and most seductive MILFs of Tokyo.

Yuki's gaze went straight up to the woman leaned over the balcony with both her hand tied behind her back and a hand wrapped around her neck. Yuki's gaze was sharp enough to see the masked man pounding her from behind slowly and his pace picked up intensely. 


Sayuri's face though buried behind the transparent balcony shield was still quiet visible. She had her lips widened in a rounded shape, and her middle finger deep-thrusted in and out of her throat until it became wet. 


"Here you go," The hitched smirk on the guards face showed her hard he was getting just looking at the fucking scene above his head and he didn't want to waste anymore time talking with Yuki. 


Half his gaze upwards, he shuffled through a brown carton until he dragged out a thick blue srd with number 007 and a black neck rope tied on it. "Go have fun brother!" 


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