Angry] [appearance] -time Job At A Yakiniku Restaurant [m Su Im Changing Jobs To My Greedy Toilet Bowl – I Gave Me A Large Amount Of Vaginal Shot Two Times In A Row Without Saying Whether Or Not I Had It! Hated

Su Im, a slender, raven-haired Japanese beauty, was fed up with her dead-end job at the local yakiniku restaurant. The long hours, low pay, and annoying customers had taken their toll on the poor girl. Little did she know, her next job would involve far more than just serving up sizzling meats and vegetables.

One day, as Su Im was cleaning the restroom after another long shift, she noticed a peculiar ad posted on the bathroom wall: “Greedy Toilet Bowl Inc.’s hiring! No experience necessary. Steady income guaranteed. Inquire within.”

Intrigued, Su Im approached the mysterious company later that week. A worn-out old man interviewed her, asking strange questions about her stamina and ability to remain still for long periods. Feeling desperate, Su Im nodded and smiled, assuring the interviewer that she possessed both.

“I start training tomorrow,” the old geezer sneered, licking his dry lips. “Be here at precisely 6:00 PM. Wear your uniform.”

The next evening, Su Im arrived at Greedy Toilet Bowl HQ, clad in her crisp yakiniku uniform. The old man, now wearing a stained smock, led her to a dimly lit room. Inside, an austere wooden contraption resembling a toilet sat in the center.

“Assume the position,” the interviewer rasp.

Su Im, head spinning with confusion, docilely sat on the toilet. Her mind raced with possibilities – what could this “job” entail? Her employer provided no answers, just a lecherous grin.

Suddenly, the toilet began to hum and vibrate. Su Im felt a strange warmth emanating from the seat. She shifted, but the old man grabbed her shoulders, pinning her in place.

As the vibrations intensified, Su Im could feel something beginning to emerge from her most private parts. At first, she thought it was a trick of the light. But no, the object was definitely growing in length and hardness.

Su Im realized, to her horror, that the toilet was forcing a massive dildo from her vagina. She screamed, but the old man just laughed, clutching his crotch. The mechanical contraption showed no signs of relenting.

Tears streamed down Su Im’s face as the intruding object pushed deeper. Her body felt stretched to its limits – she’d never been so terribly invaded. The old man watched, still cackling.

Finally, the dildo sprang free of Su Im’s battered womanhood with a wet, obscene “pop.” She panted, trying to steady herself, as thick globs of viscous fluid dripped from her abused snatch.

The old man produced a metal tank and began pumping the liquid. Su Im could feel it being siphoned from her vagina, a sensation maddening and humiliating. She’d never imagined something could be so disgusting and perverse.

Once the tank was full, the old man labeled it “Su Im 1,” then thrust it into a fridge-like contraption. He took a swig from a smaller container, face contorting.

“Bitter! The lemons today are no good.” He dumped Su Im on the floor, telling her to rest until next “shift.”

Su Im limped out of the building, into the warm afternoon sun. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. Would she go through it again? Would she become a vessel for sick, degenerate “lemon juice” harvesting?

Su Im’s golden thighs would spend the rest of her life saturated with sick fluids, extracted as the uniformed girl was duped into a never-ending cycle of depravity …

[TO BE CONTINUED?]