I have a problem that I can't tell anyone. That is, I can't get a job because I think of Mrs. Miya, the president. During an overtime day, I was alone with Miya in the company. At the bar when I went to drink, I was even more attracted to her humble appearance, and the distance seemed to shorten. Two people are immersed in pleasure even though they know it is useless. From that day forward, we will seek each other's bodies …