Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Friday—this hellish black company has everyone quitting one after another, from coworkers to seniors, under 14-hour workdays every day. Urara, my subordinate who keeps struggling on alone in this workplace until she’s falling apart, is once again staying late and shaking her steamy black-pantyhose-clad butt. “It’s a medicine that makes fatigue go pop,” I say, and when I make her drink my specially made tea infused with an aphrodisiac, her reason snaps in an instant and she transforms into a woman driven bare by instinct! “My pee.
