I never fail. That phrase sounds familiar. It may sound rigid, but I might get that kind of sarcastic remark at work. I'm someone who believes in unwavering resolve, no matter what. I don't break the established routine. My commuter train is the same every day—the same car, the same doors. Everything is the same. But today is slightly different. My crotch is wet… Who did this? I can't hide the sudden surge of excitement. No, I can't. If I waver because of something like this, it wouldn't be me… But… I want this stuff smeared on my crotch again today; it's unbearable. Every day, this slippery stuff is applied, making me dizzy, and I ejaculate even without making a sound. I don't care what it looks like anymore. Even if it's lewd, it doesn't matter. Because I've found something more enjoyable than work.
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