[TK-120]

[Service Breakdown] "Hyahaha! This property is, ahahahaha! No way! I can't talk anymore!" Serious black-haired lady Yokoyama Natsuki. With her arms held up and fixed, her armpits are ravaged, and she makes the blunder of laughing hysterically in front of customers.

"Hyahaha! No, not there! Sir, please listen to me... Ahahahaha!" With her black hair neatly tied up and a serious aura about her, real estate salesperson Yokoyama Natsuki was desperately showing a property in hopes of closing a deal. But in that private room, what awaited her was an unimaginable baptism of "invisible fingertips." Her hands were fixed high above her head in a surrender pose, and what was helplessly exposed by an irresistible force was her extremely sensitive sanctuary—her armpits and sides—which she had never let anyone touch before. Something invisible crawled relentlessly, meticulously, and deeply over her thin skin. "Ufufu, ahaha! Ahahahaha! I'm losing it! No, not so much...!" Her desperate professional smile instantly crumbled, and Natsuki's face turned bright red as she writhed in agony. With no escape from the fixed surrender position, the relentless assault from all directions made her body tremble violently and arch backward. The rational cry of "I mustn't be rude to the customer" was powerless against the continuous attacks on her sides. "Hii, hyahahaha! No, I'm breaking! Ahahahaha!" For 30 minutes, a nonstop wave of stimulation poured in. In the end, only tear-filled eyes, disheveled hair, and uncontrollable laughter remained. From the best seat in the house, you'll witness how this prim and proper woman sheds her professional pride and "collapses."