After resolving a work issue, I was invited out for drinks by my boss, Risa Tsukitsu. She was a dedicated career woman, yet had a warm and approachable charm about her. I had always admired her thoughtful nature, so I eagerly accepted the invitation. As we shared drinks at an izakaya, she gradually let her guard down, revealing a more relaxed side I'd never seen before. Our conversation flowed naturally, growing increasingly enjoyable, until we realized we'd lost track of time—just barely missing the last train. Standing there flustered, Risa casually turned to me and asked, "Well... wanna come to my place?" My heart racing, I followed her home. Once inside, she casually plopped onto the sofa in just a sports bra, completely at ease. Her bare armpits, toned abs, and unguarded appearance—so different from her usual office self—left me struggling to avert my eyes. "You're staring so hard, it's kinda embarrassing," she teased, unfazed. Then she stood up and headed to the shower. About thirty minutes later, she emerged with damp hair tousled, exuding a sultry, dewy allure. The robe gaped slightly, revealing her collarbone and glistening skin still warm from the bath—my self-control shattered instantly. "I can't hold back anymore." Our heated bodies crashed together, lost in passionate embraces again and again until dawn. The next morning, Risa smiled faintly, a cool yet slightly bashful expression on her face as she whispered, "Hehe... maybe you don't need to go to the office today?"