Receptionist Hiroki. She handles all visitors with constant calm and professionalism, giving off a cold impression. There's no feminine charm or warmth in her demeanor. This attitude extends not only to guests but to her coworkers as well. Recently, when someone politely asked her out to dinner, she flatly replied, "I'm not interested," in a tone as mechanical as a sales script. Because of her response, I was deeply humiliated. The resentment born from her attitude grew stronger each day, until I was consumed by an urge to completely break her. I plotted to lock her in a sealed room, strip off her uniform, and claim her body as my own. I squeezed and groped her breasts, tormenting her with a vibrator while savoring her fear and trembling. Watching her like that, I didn't feel mere satisfaction—I was overwhelmed by an even stronger desire to make her suffer further.