“Antheor rwuond!” Rang out in the restaurant, the statement from your boss being mostly met with resounding cheers from your colleagues. You didn’t like going out drinking, however it was a part of work-culture here so you were more or less forced to come along.

As the night progressed and Okatsu drank far more than a woman her age reasonably should, it eventually fell on you to get her home safely since you were the most sober, however as you tried to lift the middle-age woman to her feet she practically went limp in your arms. “Whada mjyen I dow wana go ‘ome!!”

"D'accord, essayons de ralentir un peu..." You help her sit down at your desk and bring out two glasses of water for both of you, trying to help her feel a little bit better as she shakes slightly from alcohol-shakes. You're thankful that you were the one picking her up this time, since the last time you had to do so she ended up confessing a bunch of embarrassing stuff while half-asleep...probably best not to think about that again...

"Thank you..." she whispers, taking the glass gratefully. Her eyes flutter closed briefly as she takes a sip, shuddering at the cool sensation of the water before blinking up at you through half-lidded eyes. "I don't...know what came over me tonight..." She trails off with a sigh, leaning against her desk heavily. "This used to be fun..." she muses, her voice sounding distant and sad.

Her mouth twists into a bitter smile. "Well, maybe it still can be. Just not like this...maybe if I found someone..." Her voice trails off, her eyes distant once more as she continues to stare at nothing in particular. It's almost like she didn't even realize what she was saying.

You know better though; you've heard it all before when she's been drunk. The sad truth is that despite being a successful woman, she's still lonely and unhappy...and maybe just a little bit tipsy tonight.

Her gaze drifts down briefly before snapping back up to meet yours. "What are you looking at?" she asks defensively, trying to pull herself together a bit. "I'm still your boss, remember." But there's a hint of vulnerability in her tone that makes it clear she's not as sure of herself as she tries to appear.

She takes another sip of water, wincing slightly at the cool sensation again. "Maybe I should just go home...I don't think I can function properly tonight." She manages a small laugh, but it sounds forced and hollow even to her own ears.

"I'm sorry..." she murmurs, looking down at the desk again. "It's just...been a long time since anyone cared enough to take care of me. Even if it is only because they have to." Her voice trails off into silence as she lets herself sink deeper into self-pity. She knows she shouldn't feel this way, that you're only being kind out of duty...but it still hurts.

She finally meets your eyes again, her own glistening with unshed tears. "Can I...can I ask you something?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the din of conversation and laughter in the background.

"Do...do you ever wish things were different?" she asks hesitantly, her eyes searching your face for any hint of understanding or judgment. "I mean, I know my life isn't perfect...but sometimes I just feel like it could be." She pauses, taking another deep breath as she struggles to find the words. "Do you ever feel like that?"

"I..." Her eyes widen as she realizes what you've just admitted. "You do?" she asks, sounding surprised and maybe even a little bit hopeful. "Even with everything I've done for you? Everything the company has done for you?" She tilts her head to the side curiously, studying your expression.

A small smile slowly spreads across her face as tears well up in her eyes once more. "That...that means a lot." Her voice is thick with emotion now, her chest heaving as she tries not to sob uncontrollably. For the first time since you've known her, she looks genuinely grateful and hopeful.

"I never thought anyone would understand," she whispers. "Thank you for saying that." She reaches out a shaking hand to gently touch your arm, offering what comfort she can in return.

I...I guess I did drink more than usual. But it feels good to know that someone understands, even just a little bit. You're a good person, you know? Even if I've been too busy with work and my own life to notice until now.

"I want you to know that I'm grateful for everything you do," she continues, her voice still thick with emotion. "Even if it doesn't always seem like it. You're a rock for this company, and I don't think anyone appreciates it enough." She looks up at you through tears, her eyes shining with sincerity.

There's a pause as she wipes at her face, trying to compose herself once more. "So...thank you," she finally manages, her voice little more than a whisper now. "For everything."

"J-just g-get me home..." she mumbles, her face reddening as she fights against the tears. "I'm s-sorry for making a fool of myself..." Her body begins to tremble with quiet sobs as she buries her face in her hands, unable to keep herself together any longer.

She's grateful that you've understood and cared enough to tell her, but it only makes everything else seem that much worse now. Why couldn't she just be happy? Why was she doomed to feel this way, trapped in a life she hadn't chosen for herself? It wasn't fair.

Her shoulders shake as she cries silently into her hands, unable or unwilling to make any more noise. She wanted so badly to be strong and capable, but tonight it was all just too much.

My...my room...is down the hall, second door on the left...I'll just sleep it off there, I shouldn't bother you anymore tonight...

She shakes her head, still crying softly into her hands. "I don't want to be a burden..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own sobs. "You have enough to deal with without having to worry about me." She tries to push herself away from you, but her legs tremble and give out beneath her, forcing her to lean against your chest once more as another round of tears spills down her cheeks.

Her breath hitches in a shuddering sob, making it difficult for her to speak coherently. "I just...want someone to care," she manages between sobs, wrapping her arms tightly around your waist and clinging to you like a lifeline. "Is that too much to ask?"

Her grip tightens almost painfully around your waist as she buries her face against your shoulder and lets out another choked sob, body trembling with emotion. "I've been alone for so long..." Her voice is muffled by your shirt, but it doesn't matter; the words are enough to convey the depth of her despair. "Sometimes I think I'll never find someone who understands...someone who cares."

She presses closer against you, as if trying to merge her body with yours and make herself one with your warmth and strength. It's pathetic, really; she's a grown woman, yet here she is, reduced to seeking comfort from a mere coworker. A part of her hates herself for it, but another part is simply grateful for any scrap of kindness she can find in this harsh world.

Her tears flow unchecked down her face

Okatsu nods against your shoulder, her tears beginning to ease as you assure her that you'll stay with her. She draws in a shaky breath, trying to compose herself before speaking again. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice hoarse from crying. "You don't know what this means to me." Her grip on your waist loosens slightly as she leans back, gazing up at you with tear-filled eyes. "I promise I won't make another scene like that tonight," she murmurs, offering a small, tremulous smile in an attempt to reassure you.

She wipes at her face with the back of her hand, doing her best to clear away the evidence of her tears. Despite the fact that she's feeling somewhat more composed now, there's still an underlying current of vulnerability and loneliness running through her. It's as

Her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment, she nods and leads you over to the bed, climbing under the covers before patting the spot next to her. "You can lie down here," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be fine; I just need some rest." She turns onto her side, facing away from you, her back curved into a slight crescent as she hugs herself tightly, seeking comfort in the familiar embrace of her own body.

Her breathing slowly evens out as exhaustion finally overtakes her. Despite everything that's happened tonight - the drinking, the tears, the vulnerability - there's still an air of finality about this moment; like tomorrow will bring with it a return to their usual routine and they can pretend like none of it ever happened. And maybe for Okatsu, that's just what she needs right

Tired as she is, the soft sound of your voice brings a small smile to her lips before it fades again, leaving her gazing pensively out into the darkness of the room. The quiet hum of the air conditioner and the faint rustling of sheets are the only sounds that break the silence as she struggles with her thoughts.

She wonders if you're really comfortable lying so close to her, or if you'd rather have some space. And then there's the whole matter of why you stayed in the first place...was it just out of duty, or was there something more? The questions swirl around in her head, keeping her awake even longer as she tries and fails to come up with answers.

Eventually exhaustion wins out, and Okatsu drifts off into a fitful sleep, her troubled dreams painting a vivid picture of the confusion and loneliness that haunt her even in her sl

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels something warm and hard pressed against her backside. For a confused moment, she thinks it's you, but the weight is all wrong...and then she remembers. She froze, heart racing as she tries not to make any noise or wake up Shadow beside her. Her body trembles with nervous excitement, her skin flushed and slick from sweat and desire.

She remains still, barely daring to breathe as the strange sensation rubs back and forth against her, growing harder with every passing second. It's a dark, forbidden thrill that she knows she shouldn't be enjoying, but it feels too good to resist. Her hips start to rock slightly of their own accord, seeking more contact, needing release from this tormenting tension.

Her eyes snap open as the sensation grows more insistent, vision clouded with

Her cries muffle into the pillow as she arches her back, hips jerking violently against your hand. It's too good, too real to be anything but real, and as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her body, she can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge...

The room spins, her vision goes dark at the corners as sensation builds within her, focused between her legs. With a sharp cry, she comes hard, her entire body tensing as she is finally released from this tightly wound tension. She lies there for several long moments, heart racing and chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

Her cheeks burn with shame as reality sets back in; she's just masturbated while someone was sleeping beside her! Horrified by what she's done, tears well up in her eyes once more and spill over onto the pillow beneath

She whirls around to face you, eyes wide with shock and mortification. "You didn't have to..." she gasps out, covering herself up with her arms as if that could somehow undo what just happened. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked, painting perfect trails through the dirt and grime of makeup caked on her face. "I'm so sorry...I-"

Her voice breaks off into a ragged sob as she buries her face in her hands, unable to bear the weight of shame and self-loathing any longer. She was supposed to be strong, composed; not some hysterical mess who couldn't even control herself around a coworker! How could she ever expect anyone else to take her seriously after this?

"No..." she whispers, shaking her head violently as if to clear it of the terrible thought. "That's not what I meant...I didn't mean that..." Her voice trails off into silence as she sinks deeper into despair. She had lost control again, made a mess of things, and now she would have to suffer the consequences.

She stares down at her lap, eyes burning with unshed tears as she tries desperately to think of some way to make this right. But nothing comes; all she can do is sit there and endure the agony of self-loathing and embarrassment that courses through her veins like poison.

A small noise catches her attention, and she looks up to see Shadow watching her with a mixture of pity and understanding in his eyes. It's an unbearably painful thing to see, but at least it's better than the