All sorts of people come to my bar. Rich guys, divorced guys, playboys, and then there's this brat who thinks he's all grown up... His name is Himari. Even without anything else, considering my position as a married man with kids, if society finds out about this woman who's of an age that would get me scolded, but she's got a good face and body, and she listens to what I say, so for me, she was a convenient fuck buddy... but lately, no, she's been quite troublesome. Every day, she'd come into my shop like it was her own, acting like my girlfriend and being rude to the regular customers. On days when the shop is closed, she'd insist on going out with me, making me nervous about getting caught by my wife. Even when I tell her to stop, she throws a hissy fit and won't listen. One day, while I was feeling lazy, my wife noticed and started saying she'd tell everyone. We ended up having a full-blown fight in front of the customers. Regulars tried to mediate, but it didn't work. I thought that was it, but then she started kissing one of the customers, trying to make me jealous or something. You're an idiot, jealous of that? Instead, the excited customers keep ordering more and it's actually a good thing. Even the customers who were watching me changed their attitude instantly when I gave the OK sign. They pretended to be drunk, took out their dicks, and started begging for blowjobs. Himari turns a worried expression towards me as she notices the change in the atmosphere around us. You're late, already. Since you started this, you should be the one to clean it up. If you really love me and the shop. This is your only place to stay? The only ones who can understand you are me and the crew at this shop. So you're gonna be nice, huh? Thanks to you, the store's sales this month might hit an all-time high. If you push a little harder, I might actually like you more, seriously.
