Natsu, 26, is the senior colleague I've always admired—skilled at her job and the office idol everyone adores. Today, we had a business meeting just the two of us, followed by drinks to celebrate. We kept drinking more and more, getting increasingly drunk. We missed the last train and stood helplessly at the station when suddenly it started pouring rain. I was invited to a nearby love hotel to wait out the storm. Inside, the awkward atmosphere shifted as my senior began giving me sultry looks unlike her usual self. We locked eyes, drawing closer as if about to kiss—until our lips finally met. What kind of encounter awaits us next?