This one feels exactly like walking into one of those tiny phone shops that somehow always smell like plastic and cheap perfume, except you’re the sleazy clerk and the only thing on the shelf you actually care about is the girl in front of you. No big city skyline, no epic story, it’s literally you, her, and a stupid little upgrade request that slowly turns into “how far is she willing to go for a discount.” Which sounds simple, but it hits a very specific fantasy: you’re not some rich boss or rockstar, just a guy behind the counter with way too much power over one horny negotiation.

She’s this slim, slightly shy Japanese brunette, the kind you’d see scrolling Instagram in the train, pretending she’s not checking herself in the camera every two seconds. That same vibe is here: on the surface she came to change her phone model, normal errand, nothing wild. Then you start talking to her, poking at her, nudging her with those suggestive lines, watching her reaction. The fun part is how she doesn’t flip instantly into porn mode. At first she acts annoyed, or like she’s not understanding your hint, but the way the options are laid out you can slowly bend the conversation into dirt. Ask something “innocent,” get a little pushback, double down, see that tiny crack in her composure, keep going. It’s not just clicking “yes to sex,” it’s massaging her into the idea that lifting her skirt is somehow a smart financial decision.

There’s this moment where you suggest she could “lower the price” another way, and she pauses, like really hesitates. That hesitation is the hottest part. You can almost hear her brain doing math: new phone, tight budget, horny curiosity. When she finally tugs her skirt up just a bit, not full-on flashing yet, it feels dirty because you coaxed her there. You’re still in the stupid fluorescent light of a phone shop, surrounded by dummy models, and this girl is slowly trading fabric for features. And yeah, you get to push it: more skin, less shame, until the “talk about contract” turns into “talk about how deep you’re going to fuck her behind the counter.” It never tries to be romantic or sweet, which I weirdly liked. She’s not your waifu, she’s a deal you’re closing, and that’s the thrill.

The way she strips is paced nicely, not instant nakedness like some lazy clickbait stuff. First a hint of thigh, then more leg, then the skirt really goes up and you start seeing the good stuff, her panties tight over her ass while she pretends she’s doing something “just this once.” Her eyes shifting away, cheeks getting a bit warmer, voice lines sliding from annoyed into breathy, that slow slide is what sticks. You can mess up the mood too, pick a shitty line and she gets colder, like “what the hell are you doing,” and it makes the eventual success feel less automatic. I only wish the actual sex part had the same amount of build-up; once she’s fully on board, it kind of speeds up, like the game’s in a hurry to get you off and forgets how fun the teasing was. Also, minor thing that drove me insane: the way the phone models are placed on screen, one of them just slightly off, like one pixel, and now I can’t unsee it. But anyway, if that shop-clerk using his tiny slice of authority to undress a pretty girl while pretending it’s all about “policy” is your flavor, this hits that exact dirty little pressure point and doesn’t apologize for it.