Kurabe lived a simple, structured life—early mornings, long commutes, and endless spreadsheets. He was the model employee: reliable, efficient, and perfectly content with the monotony of his nine-to-five. That is, until Sakino, his enigmatic boss, started demanding him long after the office emptied. “Just a few more edits,” she would say, her voice smooth but firm. Under the sterile glow of the office lights, he could feel her eyes dissecting his every keystroke. What began as overtime quickly morphed. First, it was the drinks—”You’ve earned it,” she purred, sliding a glass toward him. The clink of ice, the warmth of whiskey. Before he knew it, their late-night “meetings” became something more…
Tokoroda prided himself on being a dedicated teacher. When Mai—his quiet, aloof student—started falling behind, he saw it as his duty to check in. A simple home visit, a quick chat with her parents. Nothing out of the ordinary.
But the moment the door swung open, his professionalism shattered.
Standing before him was Mai—except… was it?
Draped in a silk robe that clung to every curve, she greeted him with a slow, knowing smile. Tokoroda’s pulse spiked. This wasn’t the cold, distant girl from his classroom.
Before he could react, she was against him, her breath against his ear. The real Mai stood in the hallway, arms crossed, with a smirk on her lips.