At a company drinking party, I drank excessively and collapsed, stumbling drunk. When I woke up, I found myself on a bed in a love hotel. In front of me was "Mizuki-chan," the cutest and most attractive junior colleague at work. She seemed worried about my drunken state and had been taking care of me. Leaning in close—close enough to kiss—she gently asked, "Senpai, are you okay?" Her voice sent waves of temptation through me, shaking my resolve. Then she whispered, "I won't tell your wife," as her hand moved toward my crotch. She intensified her seduction, adding, "It's not cheating if it's just a blowjob." Her words shattered my remaining resistance. The moment our lips met, there was no turning back—I was hurtling toward an irreversible climax.