"Anon you're way behind schedule, everyone else are finished with their reports. You're gonna bring down the entire team's productivity at this rate." You stare dumbly at the computer screen, your mind blank staring at the outdated version of excel spreadsheet.
Your boss, Kronii-san, was overlooking you, lecturing you about being punctual with deadlines. Her white blouse barely containing her massive breasts, they were almost touching your shoulder.
"I have no excuse Kronii-san, I'll take overtime and finish it." You turn with your squeaky office chair, bowing deeply.
Her arms are folded, she's pouting.
"You're hopeless, I'll have to stay behind too to make sure you don't slack off ." You nod sheepishly in apology once again.
Eventually most of the office is empty by around 9PM, tomorrow was the start of Golden Week and no one was willing to go for overtime, except you and your boss.
You eventually finish, yawning a bit and stretching at your cubicle. You move your chair back, looking around the deserted office space.
You look at your watch, 00:56 AM
Shit it's pretty late.
You get up and stretch a bit, taking a break to make a cup of coffee and a cup of tea, walking around to find the only other person here.
You find her, she's in the photocopy room, printing out the next materials for the meeting after Golden week.
She's rubbing her face, she's tired too.
She isn't wearing her jacket, only dressed in her white blouse and black pencil skirt.
She's removed her heels, walking around with just her silky pantyhose.
You wrap your arms around her slim waist, offering her the tea you had just brewed,
"Thirsty?" She swings her head towards you, a questioning look on her face.
"Don't worry, I'm done, sorry for taking so long." You take a sip of your coffee, while she holds the tea with both hands.
The both of you sit at the table in the photocopy room. Just taking a reprieve from the hellish work week.
She's resting her tired legs on your lap, you use your free hand to press on her tense calves.
"Parent's are coming over, they're excited about meeting my girlfriend." She's rubbing her neck, a few buttons on her blouse undone.
"Anon, no talk about personal lives in the workplace." She chides you.
Your thumbs rub her silk covered soles, she shudders a little
"I guess I should stop then?" You remove your hands, letting them drop to the side.
She pouts, her cheeks puffed up.
"You know I'm like this cause I care right?" She folds her arms with a hmph.
"I know." You move your chair closer to her, until both chairs are almost conjoined. You start massaging her thighs.
"Should I be nervous?" Kronii says, staring at the empty paper cup.
"Don't be, my parents are very open minded, they won't mind if you're a little older than me." You reassure her.
She looks up, a little wetness forming in her eyes
"I know you're trying your hardest, you're not just messing around. So please don't get angry with my nagging." Her face falls flat a bit, her mouth contorted into a sad frown.
You lean forward and peck her on the lips, a scandalous breach of office etiquette.
She blushes profusely, like a virgin lover.
Which makes sense, you were her first, you still remember how surprised you were when you saw the blood that stained your bedsheets.
"Anon! Not in the office!" She starts hitting you lightly, embarrassed to no end.
You're finding it more and more difficult to keep the secret of your planned proposal from her.

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