The female manager of my club usually acts sweet only toward me. She cheerfully says, "You're all sweaty! Let me spray you!" but when we're alone, she surprisingly turns gentle, rejecting me softly with, "Don't get the wrong idea! (angry)" I couldn't help falling for her and confessed. "Huh? No way! Why would I go out with someone like you?" she exclaimed in shock, but I kept pushing without giving up. "Fine... I guess I'll go out with you, but don't touch my head so casually... Huh! Pervert! You want to do it here? Are you crazy?" she replies, giving such an adorable reaction. And so, a little romantic story begins between us.