Chapter 40: Buying a Car
In the dimly lit warehouse, the air still felt heavy with lingering silence. The portly manager adjusted his clothes with a satisfied smile on his face. With a casual motion, he tightened his belt and then patted his stomach as if savoring the fruits of something gratifying.
In the corner of the room, Utaha lay weakly with her legs spread wide, her arms dangling limply to the sides, like a helpless frog lying powerless. Her eyes were slightly open, staring blankly at the dark ceiling. Her breath was ragged, her body seemingly drained of energy, as if she had gone through something that had sapped all her strength.
"This is always enjoyable, no matter how many times. We can do it again tonight." Said the portly manager with a tone full of satisfaction.
"..."
However, Utaha did not respond. Her body only moved slightly, as if trying to gather the strength that had been completely drained.
Feeling that enough had been done for now, the portly manager stepped out of the warehouse, letting the door creak before closing, leaving behind a heavy silence.
"How long will this continue..."
A moment later, Utaha took a deep breath and reached into her bag. With mechanical movements, she took out a tissue, wiped the white fluid from her groin, and then swallowed a contraceptive pill that was all too familiar on her tongue.
"Why do men love stockings so much...?"
As her hand touched her stockings, Utaha remembered that her stockings were no longer wearable—torn. Without expression, she completely removed them and took out a new pair from her bag.
With slow movements, she slid the thin fabric over her long, beautiful legs, letting it gently wrap around her skin. Although no one was watching her in this place, she still made sure her stockings were neat, without any annoying wrinkles.