Mr. Suzuki has a good reputation as a woman who can work as a beautiful woman. I was often angry because I was a new employee because of my work. However, I liked her because her facial expressions and gestures were cute. A few years after that, I decided to start a new project with Mr. Suzuki. I was doing my best to get Mr. Suzuki to praise me. One day, two people went out around the new development business, but it didn't work. When I did this, the train stopped and I had no choice but to go to an izakaya for a meal. I killed time for a while, but the train wasn't moving yet. In the end, I decided to visit Mr. Suzuki's house. Alone at my favorite boss's house. I made up my mind, confessed, held my hand and kissed. I became awkward and went to a convenience store. When he came back, Mr. Suzuki had a troubled and angry face. Mr. Suzuki asked if the confession was serious. I answered high and squeezed and kissed. She smiled gently and hugged me. Then it was like a dream. We 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 a dream.