I have a problem that I can't talk to anyone. It is that she cannot get her job because she thinks of Mrs. Miya, the president. One day, while she was working overtime, she was alone with Miya in the company. She is even more fascinated by her unpretentious appearance at the bar she went to drink, and the distance is getting shorter. Two people who are drowning in pleasure even though they know it is useless. From that day onward, we will seek each other's bodies ...