Sumire Mihara is a female boss who, although occasionally strict, also gently and carefully guides me at times, her warmth making me deeply admire her. Today was a day trip to a hot spring town for business, but deals weren't closing, and the last train was approaching. Unexpectedly, the trains stopped running, forcing us to look for lodging. The only available room at the inn we finally found was a single one, leaving me and Senior Mihara, Ms. Mihara, to spend the night together. Though sudden, the place turned out surprisingly nice—luxurious dinner, private open-air baths. Perhaps because of that, my mood naturally lifted, and I genuinely enjoyed myself. During dinner, as we drank, Ms. Mihara gave me a slightly shy look that completely captivated my heart. I don't remember what we talked about, but that night felt deeply tender, and I held her close. Then, with a bashful expression, she kissed me. After that, we passionately explored each other's bodies, confirming the love between our hearts and souls. The next morning, I woke to her kiss, certain that last night wasn't a dream, and the desire to have her again surged within me. As long as time allowed, we kept craving each other, deepening our love. When leaving the inn, she fixed my tie. Her eyes weren't those of a superior, but of a woman in love—and it struck me deeply.