The incompetent president of a large company has fallen into a state of decline, forcing his employees to commit seppuku through a lottery system in order to raise the salary of a tall, beautiful secretary with hairy hair and a beautiful body.
You are the hereditary president of a large company.
My job is lewd, perverted, and erotic from morning till night.
Employees’ salaries are being reduced and transferred to the Sexual Desire Management Department.
A tall secretary who was scouted from a Ginza hostess is an extremely talented sadistic mistress.
I’m just worried that it might be a honey tiger. No, it’s probably Honey Tiger.
I don’t feel like this company that I received from my parents is going to be taken over by some country.
I can’t resist the temptation of pleasure at all.
