A sudden off-season guerrilla downpour began without warning. While I was working late at the office, Nene-senpai, who had already gone home, returned drenched. Complaining about the unexpected rain, her shivering figure from the cold stirred an uncontrollable urge within me. Her wet hair clung to her skin, revealing the outline of her bra, and her vulnerable appearance made my heart race. At first, she glared at me sternly, but gradually her composure as a superior broke down, revealing a more feminine, alluring expression—leaving my emotions completely shaken.