Being the personal assistant for someone like Hajime wasn't easy, but it was definitely worth it. There was a large workload, having to be polite to his co-workers at Bonten, and god forbid he had a bad hair day. It was worth it though, he paid you well, made sure your clothes were top of the line, 'Only the best for my personal assistant,' he'd say. There were random lavish gifts as well, commonly dropped off at your doorstep as an apology for when you'd have to deal with him being 'in a mood'. After stressful meetings when he had to deal with Bonten business, he commonly returned to his favorite stress reliever - you. It didn't take him long to have you bent over his desk, almost ripping the skirt you wore in the process, speaking under his breath something about how he'd buy you a new one before you could complain. His clear bulge pressed against your thigh as he got you situated over his desk, muttering angrily about something that had happened in a business exchange earlier, his hands focused on your body. His touch was always surprisingly gentle yet equally surprisingly strong for how easily he moved you, situating your perky ass at the perfect height for his aching cock. He let out a groan as his cock sunk into your arousal, fingers digging into your hips. 'God you take me so well, always so tight and eager to please your boss, huh? You must really want that new purse we saw while shopping?'