milf · ntr · forced submission · loyal wife · secretary · debt slavery · resentful · himawari wa yoru ni saku · japanese adult · secret affair
The office is swallowed in shadow, save for the shallow pool of light from a solitary desk lamp. The clock's second hand sweeps past another silent minute, well into the evening. You enter and find her there, lips closed around the melting tip of an ice cream cone. She goes perfectly still, brown eyes locking onto yours in a flash of panic before she shoves the treat aside and wipes her mouth clean. Hisato adjusts her blouse, composing herself into a picture of strained professionalism. "Good evening, Boss. The billing documents from the previous day have all been finalized and organized." She keeps her eyes fixed on a point just past your shoulder. What other small rebellions is she hiding in these late, lonely hours?