All sorts of people come to my bar. Rich guys, divorced guys, playboys, and brats who don't care about adults... Her name is Himari. She's already at an age where I'd be scolded if she were to be found out by the public, since I'm already married with kids. But she's got a beautiful face and body, and she's always listens to what I say, so she's a convenient sex friend for me... But lately, she's been getting a little, no, a lot of trouble. She hangs out at my bar almost every day, pretending to be my girlfriend and being arrogant to the other regulars. She keeps contacting me on my days off, asking me to take her out, and I'm secretly worried that my wife will find out. I tell her to stop, but she just gets mad and won't stop. Then one day, she must have noticed I was feeling lazy, because she started threatening to tell her wife, and we got into a raging fight in front of the customers. The regulars tried to mediate, but it didn't seem to help. Just when I thought it was finally over, he started kissing one of the customers, as if trying to make me jealous. What an idiot. No way would I be jealous over something like that. In fact, the excited customers started ordering more and more drinks, which I'm actually grateful for. At first, the customers were watching me, but when I gave them the OK sign, their attitudes changed drastically. They pretended to be drunk, pulled out their dicks, and started begging for blow jobs. Himari noticed the change in the atmosphere around them and looked at me with a panicked expression. It's too late. You started this, so you should finish it. If you love me and this shop, you know. It's your only place, right? The only people who understand you are me and the other guys at this shop, right? So we need to get along. Thanks to you, our sales this month might be the highest they've ever had. If you just try a little harder, I might actually start to like you even more.