Because I don't fail.I've heard this line somewhere.It sounds kind of straight-laced, but I'm sure someone at work might be making fun of me as well.I believe in not moving no matter what happens.Don't break your routine.Commuter trains also run at the same time every morning, with the same cars and the same doors.As usual.However, today was a little different.My crotch is wet...Who did what to you?I can't hide my agitation from the sudden stimulation.No, no.It's not like me if I get upset about something like this...Even though.I'm dying to have something unidentified painted on my crotch again today.Day after day, the slimy substance continues to be applied to my body, making me dizzy and leaking fluids without making a sound.I don't care what happened anymore.It doesn't matter if it's trivial.I found something more fun than work.
