"Sigh... Again..."
I don't know how many times I've sighed as I put my smartphone back in my bag and trudged along.
I'm Anna.
A 26-year-old office worker. I just got dumped by my boyfriend.
"Sorry, I can't do this anymore. Let's break up. I can't understand what you're thinking."
That's all he said. He didn't even meet me in person, just sent an email.
Anna is popular.
Despite being tall, she has a slender body and a baby face. She has curves in the right places.
Thanks to her baby face, she doesn't come off as cold even though she's shy and quiet.
Even when she gets a boyfriend, they always say the same thing.
They can't understand what she's thinking, that she's boring.
I thought he seemed sincere, and that we could slowly nurture our love...
Ah, I don't want to think about it anymore!
Hating the tears that were welling up, I straightened my back and turned on my heel to return to the office.
"I bought my favorite pasta salad, so let's do this! Wait, Mr. Smith?"
"Oh, didn't you go home, Williams?"
In the office, there was Mr. Smith, a senior employee three years older than me, working alone on his computer.
Judging by the board, it looks like everyone else has already left.
"Ah... um... I wanted to finish the materials for next week early, so I came back..."
"...That's the one you were working on today and almost finished, right? I know the manager is checking it."
"..."
I couldn't find an excuse under Mr. Smith's suspicious gaze.
"Pasta salad, huh... Seeing it makes me hungry. I know a bar that serves great pasta salad, let's go."
"But Mr. Smith, you're in the middle of work..."
"I was just about to finish and go home."
Without giving me a chance to refuse, he turned off the lights in the office.
Then we walked for about 10 minutes from the office.
"Welcome, wait, did John bring someone!?"
"...Shut up."
A surprised man was behind the counter.
He must be the owner.
"Come on, sit down! What would you like to drink?"
"Ah... something not too sweet, please recommend something."
I sat at the counter as prompted.
There were a few other customers, each enjoying their drinks and conversations.
The owner quickly brought us wet towels, appetizers, and drinks, then disappeared into the kitchen.
Without even asking, Mr. Smith's drink was served, so he must be a regular.
I need to make conversation...
"Thank you for bringing me to such a stylish place today."
"You're too formal. Relax. And... don't tell anyone else from the company about this place."
Don't tell anyone else??
Why?
"...I don't want to see anyone from work after hours."
"Then I shouldn't be here, I'll leave."
As I reached for my bag to stand up.
"Wait. That's why I said don't tell anyone. You're fine, Williams."
But I'm also from the company...
As I was confused, the owner returned.
"Here, I hope there's nothing you dislike in it?"
"...!! It looks delicious! I like everything."
Pasta salad with pork shabu, tomatoes, cucumbers, and onions. The sesame dressing seemed homemade, with a deep flavor that matched the ingredients well.
"I can't believe John brought someone..."
"Have you two known each other long?"
"We've been friends since high school! This guy who hates socializing brought someone, it's a first. Oh, I'm Michael."
Michael grinned at Mr. Smith, but Mr. Smith ignored him and drank his drink.
Michael happily shared stories about Mr. Smith.
As someone who struggles with conversation, I was grateful.
When Mr. Smith went to the restroom...
"Anna, something happened today, right?"
"Huh?"
"John asked me to listen to you. He even sent me an email earlier."
Though I hadn't planned to talk about what happened today, Michael, being in the service industry, naturally drew it out of me without any awkwardness.
"Even though he used to be the type to neither reject nor chase anyone, he brought someone himself. It's quite touching."
"Mr. Smith is popular at work because he's cool, but he doesn't let women get close. Indeed, he's hard to read..."
"Oh, right! I got something interesting from a friend the other day."
"...??"
Michael hurried to the back and returned with something.
"Let's try this!"
He brought out a small bottle.
It had no packaging, and the liquid inside was colorless and transparent.
"Um... Michael, what is this? Try it..."
"Let's use it on him without telling him. It's a drug that makes you say what you're thinking."
Michael whispered that the effect would start about 30 minutes after drinking. It seemed like a joke item, but without packaging, I thought it was better not to... but it was too late.
Three drops were added to Mr. Smith's glass.
"Michael, is this commercially available?"
"No. I got it from a researcher friend."
"Isn't it dangerous..."
"I heard it's not harmful, so it should be fine."
Michael was still grinning.
Just then, Mr. Smith returned to his seat.
"You took a while, John."
"...Yeah. I got a call from a client."
A client? Maybe he wasn't really done with his work earlier...
"It was just a confirmation call, nothing urgent, don't worry."
...Is he a mind reader?
I thought, as Mr. Smith took a sip from the glass with the drug.
"...? Did you put something in this? It's sweet."
"I added a bit of sugar, and you noticed right away. Not fun."
Just listening to their exchange made my heart race.
But contrary to my worries, nothing changed for a while.
"...Hey, John, do you still not have a girlfriend?"
"Nope."
Still? Has he not been in a relationship for a long time?
Well, he always seemed busy with work...
As I thought about it and looked at Mr. Smith...
"Don't look at me with that cute face."
"What!?"
Not only was I surprised by Mr. Smith's sudden comment, but he also widened his eyes and covered his mouth.
"I see. So that's it. You brought Anna out because you wanted to hit on her."
Michael grinned and poked Mr. Smith.
"Yeah, because I'm in love with her, but... Michael, what did you mix in!?"
Mr. Smith still had his eyes wide open.
I couldn't hide my surprise at the unbelievable scene.
"Alright, today's on the house. Consider it my support. Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention, it also has an aphrodisiac effect. You're probably feeling a bit hot, right? It'll get stronger, so you should leave soon."
Michael grinned and said something outrageous.
Now that he mentioned it, Mr. Smith's eyes looked a bit red...
Mr. Smith clicked his tongue and seemed to be enduring something.
If the effect is real, I need to let him rest soon... I quickly searched on my phone...
"Mr. Smith, is your house nearby!?"
"...No, it's four stations away."
"You're feeling unwell, right... Please come with me!"
"Huh?"
"Hey! I can handle myself, you should go home!"
"...You're feeling unwell... Are you okay?"
"Are you stupid? I'm telling you to go because I don't know what I'll do! Go home!"
"I didn't want to be alone today, that's why I came back to the office. So it's fine."
"...Huh?"
"...Enough! Let's go!"
...I ended up taking Mr. Smith to a love hotel room in a rush.
"...Haha, I was actually curious about the effects of that drug... huh?"
Even though I brought him to the room, I was too embarrassed to look at Mr. Smith's face, but he lifted my chin and covered my lips with his.
The taste of alcohol, with a bit of sweetness.
Somehow, the saliva slowly flowing in tasted sweet.
"Mmm... ha, Mr. Smith..."
"Sweet. I can't stop..."
His tongue, though unreserved, gently explored my mouth.
When he licked my upper palate, a shiver ran down my spine.
"...Your melted face is too cute."
His heated gaze and soft smile, combined with his handsome features, made my heart race.
It's bad for my heart...
"Seeing that face makes me really unable to stop... Is it okay?"
"Um..."
"But, you brought me to this place. Take responsibility."
"Ah, wait..."
My next words were swallowed by his lips.
"...You're cute and beautiful, don't hide it."
"But... Mr. Smith, you're too talkative and sweet."
"You guys made me drink something weird. I can't help it because I like you."
"Ah... mmm!"
He untangled my crossed arms that were hiding my chest, held my hands, and pinned me to the bed.
Seeing my body illuminated by the bed's light, Mr. Smith smiled with satisfaction.
"You smiled... Please let me go!"
"No. Don't cry. I'm happy, let me enjoy it."
Mr. Smith, who is usually cool and doesn't let women get close, had a sweet side.
He kept calling me cute, making me blush repeatedly.
We had hardly talked about anything other than work, but now we were drinking together and in bed.
It felt unbelievable.
Seeing me lost in thought, Mr. Smith kissed me all over.
"I like you, Williams, but what about you?"
"...I don't know... I just got dumped by my boyfriend."
"What? ...You should value yourself more. But, I can't stop today."
With a slightly irritated face, Mr. Smith bit my chest.
Though he didn't bite hard, it felt like I was being collared.
Inside the circle of his teeth, his tongue played with my nipple.
"Mmm..."
Just his slightly cold fingers tracing down my waist made my body twitch.
"I knew you didn't see me as a man, but from now on, you will."
His predatory gaze made my heart skip a beat... This is because he's handsome.
His moderately muscular chest made me feel like I was caged.
But unlike his wild gaze, his fingers touched me gently.
Using four fingers, he spread my slit and gently moved his middle finger from my clitoris to my entrance.
"...You're quite wet. I haven't even touched you much."
"Ah, no, there..."
He teased my clitoris with his fingernail, then circled it.
His fingers moved slowly and sensually, as if memorizing my sex.
"No, not there, don't..."
He massaged my urethral opening with the pad of his finger.
"No, don't, it feels weird..."
Then the stimulation changed again.
Four fingers pressed against my slit, and his middle finger covered my clitoris, urethral opening, and entrance.
He shook and kneaded them.
Even though he wasn't inside, it felt good.
Then his middle finger invaded me.
His finger moved as if kneading, making lewd squelching sounds.
"...Cute."
Though his eyes were like a beast's, he treated me gently.
At that moment, my body involuntarily tightened.
"Ah, ah, no, don't! Mmm!"
While stimulating me inside, he started oral sex.
Again, he deliberately grazed me with his teeth, and his tongue rampaged inside.
As I tried to endure the pleasure, forgetting to breathe, he quickly found my sensitive spot.
"Ah, there, no, don't! Mr. Smith! I'm going to..."
"Show me."
As I tried to close up, he rubbed my G-spot.
After rubbing it, he pressed it to keep it from moving, and the part of his fist outside lightly knocked near my entrance. The stimulation to my clitoris from his tongue made me climax easily.
---Rustle, rip
"!? Mr. Smith, wait, not now...!"
"No. Let your body remember."
"Ah, it's too big!"
Just by looking, I could tell he was well-endowed, but the pressure was much heavier than it looked.
The first time was too intense, like a beast, but the second time was slow, as if teaching my body his shape.
As Mr. Smith said, it didn't take long for my body and heart to be taught and for me to fall for him.
Fin.
