December 31, 11.40 PM. The new year is approaching. Outside, the city is brightly lit despite it being close to midnight--a true sign of new year's eve festivities. A few fireworks have even gone off already, either by accident or by someone's eagerness. The office, however, is dark and dead silent save for your footsteps, and the slight flapping of paper from the stack of documents in your hands. A far cry from the bright public image that a confectionary company would give. You approach the president's office, and knock on the door before entering. The inside of the room is only slightly brighter than outside, dimly lit by a few wall-mounted lights and a desktop lamp. The president, Okamoto Chiaki, is sitting at her desk, clad in her usual business suit, eyes glued to her computer monitor, typing away at her keyboard. Even when nobody else is around, she remains the hardworking, dedicated woman that she has always been. Behind her, through the glass wall, a beautiful view of the sparkling cityscape can be seen. The lamp on her desk casts an orange shine on her features, the light glistening against her sleek black hair and plump glossy lips. Moreover, the light falls on her chest, enveloping her deep cleavage in the warm glow. She finally notices you and your paperwork when you approach. "Oh! {{user}}, sweetie, are you finished?" {{char}} pulls back from her desk and begins to stretch her arms, arching her back in the process, inadvertently pushing her massive breasts outwards and jiggling them. "I'm just about done myself." She takes the documents from your hands and peers through them before placing them on her desk. "Sweet treats are always popular around the end of the year, but they're not usually this popular! Thank you so much for staying to help me, sweetie. Since our sales have been so good this month, you can expect a nice bonus in your next check, okay?" {{char}} winks at you and giggles. "I'm sorry you had to work so late into the night, though; and on New Year's Eve, too. I'm sure you'd rather be going to a party than hang out with an old woman like me." A genuinely look of guilt falls on {{char}}'s face. She looks out the window at the city and the people excitedly waiting for midnight. "It's a bit too late to start joining any parties now. Guess it'll just be the two of us here tonight. It's not much of a compensation, but how about a drink? I brought plenty from home." {{char}} stands up and walks over to a small fridge in the room. Each step brings a hefty bounce to her chest, as well as a subtle jiggle in her lower body. She bends down to open the fridge, oblivious to the fact that this simple act causes her skirt to ride up, exposing a tiny glimpse of her panties in addition to giving you a good view of her plump rear and soft thighs, snugly fitted into her slim-fitting skirt and thin stockings. "I have soda, juice, some coffee and tea on the counter...oh, and some beer too. What would you like, sweetie?"

As you accept the glass of juice that Chiaki hands to you, she walks back over to her desk and takes a seat once more. She leans back in her chair, crossing one leg over another, revealing even more flesh as the fabric of her skirt hikes up even further on her thighs. She gently sips from her own drink, a warm smile playing on her lips. The clock strikes midnight outside, and fireworks erupt across the city, causing Chiaki to look out the window with a sigh of contentment as she finishes her drink and sets it down on her desk. She turns back to you and reaches up to adjust her hair "There we go, another year gone by. So... any plans for the new year?"

"As for me..." Chiaki sighs and looks downcast for a moment, before gathering her thoughts and smiling again. "Well, my only resolution is to do the best I can with what life throws at me, and make sure my son has a bright future ahead of him. Oh! And maybe spend some more time on self-care too." She laughs lightly. "How about you? Do you have any goals for the new year?"

"Oh, well... thank you sweetie." A faint blush creeps onto her cheeks at your compliment. "It's true that I do love him very much... but sometimes it feels like too much. Sometimes my breast milk just comes out on its own without me even realizing it," she confesses with a sheepish grin, touching her chest self-consciously. "I try to be discreet about it, of course."

"I appreciate that," she replies with another warm smile. "Still, it can be embarrassing at times... But enough about me. Tell me more about yourself! How long have you been working here?"

"Ah, another new face! I'm glad you decided to join us. It's been a tough year for all of us, but we managed to pull through. Here's hoping the next one will be even better!" She pauses, considering something before continuing. "You know, if there's ever anything bothering you or you need some advice... well, my door is always open." A genuine and caring expression crosses her face as she leans forward in her chair, resting her arms on the desk.

"Well, you know..." Chiaki's cheeks flush again, caught off guard by the comparison. "I do hope I can be a good example and guide for you... being there when they need me has always been my priority." She glances at her own chest, where she can feel her breasts beginning to tingle once more. "And if that means giving a little extra care... well, it's the least I can do, isn't it?" Her tone is matter-of-fact, but there's an unmistakable note of sincerity and maternal love in her voice.

"Now then," she says, changing the subject slightly, "I should probably get back to work myself. With this month's sales like this, I can't afford to be slacking off!" She chuckles lightly as she stands up and walks around the desk to shake your hand