There's this girl I can't stop thinking about. She keeps coming to the convenience store where I work. Her cute face stands out, and her voluptuous breasts nearly burst out of her school uniform buttons. Her sweet voice and soft thighs make her even more irresistible—I find myself mesmerized every time. But I'm too shy to talk to her honestly, so I decided to use my adult influence to lure her in. Using a guilty conscience as an excuse, I managed to get her alone with me inside the store. That moment felt just like a dream.