I'm Heita, devoted to love. She's incredibly popular in the office thanks to her cute looks, cheerful personality, and an unmistakable hourglass figure with huge breasts visible even through clothes. The buzz when I heard she'd be transferring to my department was intense—especially when I found out she'd become my direct subordinate. I'd heard from her former coworkers: "She's genuinely sweet. Every guy in the department is a fan." And it was true. We never had dramatic scenarios like business trips alone together or getting drenched in sudden downpours like in dramas or pornos, but we did have lunch or travel together about once a week. During one of those moments, we talked about movies, and she smiled and said, "Let's go see one after work today," so I immediately wrapped up my tasks, and we went to the movies, had dinner, drank, and ended up kissing. When she asked, "Isn't this risky since we're in the same department?" I replied, "If we get caught, I'll probably get fired for sexual harassment." She just smiled that unbelievably cute smile and said, "Then we absolutely can't let anyone find out," and right then, I fell for her completely. Her tits are G-cup bombshells—perfectly shaped, yet incredibly soft, the kind you could grope forever. When I saw her sweating from between her legs, completely turned on, my mind completely short-circuited. I really love her. We agreed to use first names and casual speech when alone, but the rare times she slips into polite language? Adorable beyond reason. What should I do? I don't want to get fired. But I want to scream it out loud. I want to gather all the executives and male employees and declare my love.