"One minute—that's all you get to do whatever you want with me," my coworker Ebisaki Ao suddenly said before me, crushed by heartbreak and regret. Her tone seemed half-joking, yet those words sent shockwaves through my heart. From that day on, she kept her promise—touching and teasing my body for exactly one minute each time. Was it mere pity? Or was she just playing with me? I couldn't tell, but I was gradually drawn into her rhythm. Before I realized it, those one-minute encounters were no longer enough. Deep inside, a desire had taken root—one that never wanted to go back.