FUCKOMOTIVE

It all started when I got transferred from Tokyo to a local sales branch in small-town Japan. On my first commute to work, I find the train completely empty. With everyone moving to bigger cities these days, I guess I can’t be surprised. It’s just… I’m apparently running the branch office all on my own… I guess it’s gonna get pretty lonely for me out here in the middle of nowhere… “Hey you, the guy in the suit!” Out of nowhere, a blonde babe with a fake-orange tan casually sidles up to me. Despite her thick makeup and gyaru looks, she claims she’s the train conductor. “So, mister! Where were you working before? And where’re you working now? Oh, also…” She bombards me with incessant questions for the entire ride. By the time I get to my stop, I’m already worn out with exhaustion. “Bummer. I guess this is your stop, huh. How long does it take from your place? I can time it just right if you like~” As you can see, I barely have any say in the matter… Before I know it, she’s already half-forced herself into my life! And I haven’t even told you about the other girl yet! Cute, bookish, short black hair… So which one do I pick?