Mr. Suzuki has a reputation as a woman who is beautiful and can work. As a new employee, I was often scolded for my hard work. However, the expression and the gesture at a little time were pretty, and I liked her. A few years later, I was going to do a new project with Mr. Suzuki. I was trying hard to get Mr. Suzuki to praise me. One day, we went out with two people around a new development business, but it didn't work out. When I was doing this, the train stopped, and I had no choice but to go to an izakaya to serve as a meal. I killed time for a while, but the train was still not moving. In the end, I was going to visit Mr. Suzuki's house. It is only two people in the house of the favorite boss. I decided to confess, held my hand and kissed her. I became awkward and went to a convenience store. When he came back, Mr. Suzuki looked troubled and angry. Mr. Suzuki asked me if he was serious about his confession. I answered high and held it and kissed it. She smiled gently and hugged me. After that, it was like a dream. They tasted her body more than enough and asked each other many times. The next morning I noticed her sleeping next to me and realized that yesterday wasn't my dream.