My admired superior, Yuri Honma. Despite her strict professionalism, she carried a gentle warmth, and I had long been captivated by her beauty. One day, we were sent on a business trip together. We managed to finish the work, but on our way back, an unexpected problem arose, causing a delay. With no transport available, we had to find a place to stay. After a long search, we finally found a ryokan—but only one room was available. We had no choice but to stay together. The meal provided by the inn was exquisite, and the alcohol flowed freely, gradually dissolving the barriers between us. Seeing Yuri in a yukata, softer and more approachable than usual, her cheeks flushed pink from the sake, I could no longer hold back—I confessed my feelings. I gently led her to the futon prepared for us, and we shared the night together. When I told her I truly loved her, she quietly kissed me. Overwhelmed by her warmth, our hearts and bodies intertwined. In what felt like a dream, we eventually drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.