on the other side of a gorgeous tv show... I was jealous of the middle-aged producer I disliked without voices from harassment. Imai-donna (soybean curd)

morning, 8 o'clock... A candy waking up on a desk with props. After re-employing a production company that had retired after marriage, Kuwana was annoyed by the days of all night long and sexual harassment from producer Oshima. One day, when I was on a live broadcast, I made a sound and fell down because of overwork. It was a dish of rice to apologize to the furious Oshima, but I could see my nipples thinly from the old T-shirt with my head down. Oshima couldn't stand looking at the nipples of a vinegared rice plant, so he crammed it into a dish resting behind the scenes.