My direct supervisor, Kanna Shinozaki. She's kind yet strict, always guiding me with care and precision. Today, during a business trip to a regional area, time slipped away and we ended up missing the last train. With no choice, we checked into a nearby inn for the night. Only one room was available, so we had to share. After returning from the bath, we found dinner prepared—delicious, and accompanied by alcohol. As we drank, Kanna began venting about her husband. Though slightly embarrassed, I found her vulnerability endearing and realized I'd fallen for her. Soon after, she became heavily intoxicated and collapsed. I carried her to the futon, but she mistook me for her husband and clung to me. Though thrilled inside, I knew it was wrong and tried to pull away—when suddenly, she looked at me seriously and asked, "Was it true when you said you liked me earlier?" Unable to resist any longer, I kissed her. What followed was like a dream come true: making passionate love repeatedly with the woman I'd always desired. The next morning, I woke to her kiss, finally certain that the night before had been real.