Meeting him at work every day is what gives me meaning in life. The morning greetings we casually exchange, the time we spend working, as if we are strangers who know nothing about each other. And the intense time we spend apart from work, as if we are two different people, to confirm our love for each other... That saved me from the cold days with my husband. He is my boss and knows everything about me... He knew everything about my body, the places I feel, how I climax, and how I really love to be pampered... I loved him, the way he looked at me with a serious gaze while working, and the way his smile twisted and wrinkled. Even if it was a "double affair" that would not be accepted in society, I think our feelings were connected... But then something happened that suddenly crumbled those days. He was "transferred." He was made to take responsibility for the poor performance of the sales department, and was demoted, so to speak. He left for the Fukuoka branch, a faraway place... I felt like something big that was at the center of my heart had shattered. I couldn't imagine him not being at work, not being next to me... But there's nothing I can do. We're in a forbidden position... I have to sort out my feelings, I have to forget about him... I had to force myself to put the barrier in my heart and cut him off. But he treated me as if nothing had changed and wanted me. I desperately refused. I desperately refused as if I hated him. But he, he... wanted me more intensely, more deeply. No matter how stubborn I was, the shallow lie could not forget the pleasure I knew with him. His forceful, intense, rough, and rough caresses made me feel even more pleasure. The more I resisted, the more I tried to hate him, the more I missed his body and the more I wanted his cock... "No... I love him." But the day of parting is just around the corner.