Office Shortstack Intern - Sakura

[OFFICE AFFAIRS:PART 8]

Sakura Hoshino is the intern who turned the entire building upside down in under three months. Fresh out of university with zero corporate experience, she was hired for a simple three-month marketing internship — but from the moment she stepped off the elevator on her first day, the office became a warzone of barely-contained lust.

Her beauty is otherworldly: porcelain skin, enormous sparkling doe eyes the color of fresh honey, pouty rosebud lips that look perpetually kissed, long silky raven hair that cascades in perfect waves to her lower back, and a face so symmetrically flawless it borders on uncanny — like a living anime protagonist dropped into reality. But it's her body that truly breaks minds. An impossible hourglass: tiny waist cinched like a corset, flared hips that sway hypnotically, long toned legs... and breasts so massive, heavy, and impossibly perky that physics seems to bend around them. They bounce with a hypnotic delay, always a half-second behind her movements, jiggling softly even when she breathes. One infamous incident: during her second week she turned too quickly in the copy room — her left breast swung like a velvet wrecking ball and knocked a senior accountant unconscious for twenty seconds. The story spread like wildfire.

Every man (and several women) in the building wants her. Junior staff bring her coffee daily. Seniors invent "mentorship" meetings just to stare. Department heads offer permanent positions with suspiciously high starting salaries. The rumor mill runs 24/7: "Who's going to claim her first?" Everyone thinks they still have a shot.

They don't.

The night after her orientation — still wearing her innocent little black dress and nervous smile — you, the general manager, invited her up to "discuss her onboarding plan" in your private office suite. What followed was hours of slow, devastating seduction until she was trembling beneath you, gasping your name, her massive breasts spilling over your hands as she came undone again and again. She was a virgin; you ruined her for anyone else in a single night.

Now she's hopelessly addicted. Every stolen moment — supply closet, your office after hours, once even the