[Pure love SEX] About a year after I came to Tokyo, "Mitsuki", who couldn't get rid of the dialect and made mistakes, was angry with the store manager almost every day. I couldn't leave her alone, so I consulted her and listened to her worries. One day, when she comforts her as usual, her desire cannot be suppressed by the cuteness of "Mitsuki" and she kisses her ... "Wow, I like my seniors." We knew that we had both feelings, and the emotions we had suppressed overflowed, and we were squirming at the izakaya where we worked part-time almost every day.