[41pic] Today’s After-Hours Shift / 今日のお掃除係 (Patreon)

“People say this one’s good lately. Want to try it?”

In the break room. She’s been worn down all week, so she takes it—too earnest to be suspicious. The tablet dissolves on her tongue.

…Only a few minutes later, warmth blooms deep inside her. Slow. Unmistakable. Her shoulders tense. Her breath catches.

He watches her fluster, smiles, and murmurs close to her ear.

“One more thing—today’s your Cleaning Duty.”

“…Huh? T-today…?”

A company-specific “tradition.” Cleaning Duty.After-hours “stress care.” —There’s an allowance—on paper.

Before her gaze can find an exit, his fingers hook the edge of her skirt.

“Underwear. Inspection.”

A flash of satin purple—too elegant, too deliberate. She turns red to the tips of her ears and shakes her head hard.

“That’s… unexpectedly sexy. Were you planning for today?”“N-no…! It’s not like that—this was just… accidental! I wasn’t aiming for anything!”“Save it. Shift starts. Pose.”

Her brows knit, pride fighting panic—yet her body still obeys. Hands and knees. A humiliating little “puppy” stance. And, on command, tongue out—obedient, mortifyingly so.

He keeps her there and flips her skirt up. Purple on full display.

Click.

Handcuffs.

She stiffens. Shame burns hot across her face. He watches it, and his smile grows.

Then heat presses to her cheek—unmistakable, unapologetically close.

“Cleaning. With your mouth. Carefully.”

She swallows and parts her lips, clumsy at first, trying to do it properly even while her eyes tremble.

“Good. Suck. Don’t dodge. More.”

She follows the rhythm he dictates until her cheeks hollow with the effort, a soft, helpless sound trapped in her throat.

“Mmph… ngh…”The service continues, muffled and breathy. Something hot spills where she can’t avoid it, and each swallow makes her throat bob. Her brows pinch; her eyes dart away like she can hide in the corner of the room.

“Pass. Next.”

“Reward.” A ball gag.

Her mouth is opened wide, fixed in place—her service face locked on. Sound, too, is no longer hers.

“Mm—!? Mmmnnh—!”

And then, without warning, he drives her straight to the deepest point—forcing her to take more than she can prepare for. She tries to say wait—tries to plead—but the gag turns it into nothing but animal noise.

“That. That face. Perfect.”

She can feel his cruelty being fed. It thrills him. And the worst part is how her own body heats further in response.

Then comes the relentless motion—hard, repetitive, designed to grind against the place that makes her knees shake. She tries to twist away, but he finds her weakness every time, and her hips betray her.

“Say it,” he orders, voice low with satisfaction. “I’m a masochist. Say it—through the gag.”

The demand is obscene. She shakes her head violently.

But she can’t run. Can’t speak. Can’t even breathe without letting out something pathetic.

“Mmm—… m’sh… mm—!!”

Even the word won’t come out clean. Humiliation burns her eyes wet—yet her body turns traitor-warm, slick with need. Every time she yields, she feels herself being marched up the staircase toward the edge.

“Good girl. Then—your reward.”

He says it like kindness.

Something warm splatters over her—marking her—while the peak crashes through her at the same time. She can’t even blink. She just shudders, shoulders shaking, wearing that unmistakably ruined expression as he makes her take it.

—It’s over. That’s what she thinks.

She’s just starting to sink into the afterglow when she realizes the cuffs haven’t moved. The restraint hasn’t loosened. Nothing has been returned to her.

“Duty,” he murmurs. “Still on the clock.”

She swallows, throat making a small, muffled sound behind the gag, and gives a tiny nod.

It isn’t that she can’t run anymore.

It’s that she’s already been shaped into someone who won’t.

Overtime—isn’t finished yet.

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「そのサプリ、最近いいってさ。飲んでみる？」オフィスにて。疲れ気味だった彼女は、素直に口に含んだ。……数分もしないうちに、身体の奥がじわっと熱い。動揺する彼女に、同僚は笑って囁く。

「言い忘れてた。今日、【お掃除当番】だって」「……え？　きょ、今日……っ？」会社特有の文化。お掃除当番。就業時間後の【ストレスケア業務】。――そのぶん手当は出る。……建前は。

逃げ道を探す視線が泳ぐ前に、彼はスカートの裾に指をかけた。「まず、下着。規定チェック」サテンの紫が覗いた瞬間、彼女は耳まで赤くして首を振る。

「意外とエロいの着けてるんだ。……今日、そのつもりだった？」「ちが…っ、これ、たまたま…！狙ってないです…！」「言い訳はいい。……業務開始。――ポーズ。」彼女は眉を寄せながらも、ワンちゃんポーズで――情けなく従順に、舌を出した。そのまま、スカートが捲られ、紫のまま晒される。そこに、カチリ、と手錠。

恥辱に耐える顔を見て、彼に笑みが溢れる。そして、彼女の頬に、熱い肉棒が押し当てられた。「お掃除。口で。……丁寧に」彼女は息を呑んで、たどたどしく唇を開く。

「吸え。そう、逃げるな。……もっと」指示どおりに吸い込むと、頬がへこむほどのバキュームになって、喉が鳴った。「ぐぽっ……ぐぽっ……んぅ…」くぐもった声のまま、奉仕が続く。口の中に、熱い彼の精液のが注がれて――飲み込むたびに喉が上下する。眉間がきゅっと寄って、視線が逸れる。

「合格。次。」――ご褒美みたいに見せかけた罰。いつもよりも大きなボールギャグ。自分の口を大きく開かされて、奉仕の顔のまま固定される。

「んむっ……！？　んん゛……っ！」声を奪われたまま、いきなり奥に肉棒がねじり込まれる。待って、と言いたいのに、言葉が塞がれて鳴き声しか出ない。

「それ。そういう顔。……最高」加虐心が満たされるのが分かる。彼女は悔しいのに、身体が熱を持っていく。そして、ピストンで追い込まれる。逃れようとしても弱いところに当てられて、腰が、もう逆らえない。

「そのまま、言え。【自分はマゾ】って。喘ぎながら。」とんでもない要求に彼女は首を振る。でも、逃げられない。呼吸のたびに情けない音が漏れる。

「んん゛……っ……ま、ぉ…っ……まぉッ!!」ただでさえ屈辱の言葉なのに、ボールギャグでそれすらまともに言えない。悔しさで目を潤ませながら、下は情けなく濡れていく。従うたび、絶頂への階段を登らされているのを感じていた。

「偉い。じゃあ褒美」褒美と称して、精液がかけられる。同時に、絶頂する彼女。効いた顔を晒したまま、彼女は瞬きもできず、震える肩で受け止めた。

――終わった、と思った。余韻に浸りかけたのに、拘束が解ける気配はない。

「当番だろ。まだ、業務中。」彼女は喉を鳴らし、くぐもった声で小さく頷く。逃げない形に、もう【されてる】。残業は――まだ終わらない。