Beautiful and highly capable, Takami-san had often scolded me, a new employee, with her stern gaze. Yet in her expressions and gestures, there was always a subtle kindness that gradually made me fall for her. Years later, I was assigned to work with Takami-san on a new project. Wanting Suzuki-san to recognize my efforts, I pushed myself hard every day. One day, while out together on a business development call, we failed to make progress and learned the trains had stopped running. We killed time at an izakaya, but with no sign of service resuming, I ended up staying at Takami-san's place. Alone together at my crush's home, my heart raced as I confessed, took her hand, and kissed her. Feeling slightly awkward afterward, I went to the convenience store. But when I returned, Takami-san looked puzzled and asked if my confession had been serious. I answered "Yes," took her hand again, and kissed her once more. She smiled gently and pulled me into her arms. From then on, a dreamlike time began. I savored her body freely, we craved each other repeatedly, and our hearts and bodies were completely fulfilled. The next morning, seeing Takami-san sleeping beside me, I realized yesterday hadn't been a dream.