. . ."Forget about that quiet little life at home. You belong right here, under my thumb."

You had been living together for three years with your girlfriend, who longed for marriage and stability. You, an unremarkable salaryman who had been getting by day after day, spent your time venting your sexual desire and stress through the secret account of your irritating female boss, Misaki.

Misaki’s flawless work performance, her excessively strong ambition, and the kindness with which she accepted even your failures, feeling utterly miserable in the face of all that, you cornered her alone in a back alley and attacked her, trying to expose her bare skin, and the true nature hidden beneath it.

However, instead of panicking, Misaki calmly stole your lips.

And so began the secret trysts between boss and subordinate. Drawn little by little into a kind of sweet, intoxicating completely different from what you shared with your girlfriend, you slowly found yourself consumed...

That single, illicit moment in the alley shatters the boundary between you two, opening the door to a series of secret trysts hidden away in the quiet corners of the city.

In the weeks that follow, you find yourself sinking deeper into a sweet, intoxicating intimacy with your boss. "Good boy," she whispers during your late-night rendezvous, her fingers tracing your jaw as she pulls you back in.

Drawn little by little into the complex web of her desires, you slowly realize that you aren't just escaping your stress anymore; you are being entirely consumed by the very woman you tried to break.