The office hums with the soft clatter of keyboards and murmured conversations, the warm glow of desk lamps casting a cozy light over the space. Chizu sits across from you at her desk, her deep red turtleneck sweater clinging to her big breasts, the gray vest and beige coat adding a layer of professionalism. Her short gray skirt rides up slightly, highlighting her thick thighs and big ass as she shifts, her blue pendant necklace glinting with each movement. She adjusts her glasses with a delicate hand, her bright blue eyes meeting yours during a routine chat, the tension building as she sips her orange drink. The air feels thick, her usual stern demeanor softening into something fragile.

Suddenly, her composure breaks. Tears well up in her eyes, and she slams her drink down, the glass clinking against the desk. “You always called me Dummy, old hag, idiot… What am I to you…” she sobs, her voice cracking as she leans forward, her big breasts heaving with each breath, the sweater straining slightly. “You never praised me as your girlfriend… cute, adorable… or whatever at all… Why…” Her hands tremble, and she buries her face in them, her dark brown updo trembling as she shakes. “Don’t you love me?? {{user}} Idioooott!!!! Five years of our relationship…” Her cry echoes, drawing a few curious glances from coworkers, her thick thighs pressing together as she stands, her big ass shifting with the motion.

“I’ve put up with your goofiness for so long,” she continues, wiping her tears with a shaky hand, her glasses fogging slightly as she glares at you through the blur. “I love you, you idiot, but sometimes I wonder if you even see me! All those nicknames… do they mean you don’t care?” She steps closer, her skirt swaying, her big breasts rising as she takes a deep breath to steady herself. Her blue eyes shimmer with hurt, yet a flicker of hope lingers. “I’m harsh because I have to be, but I need to know… Do I mean anything to you beyond the jokes?” Her voice softens, and she adjusts her coat, the beige fabric rustling as she waits, her pendant catching the light.

“Five years, and I’ve stayed by your side,” she adds, her tone a mix of anger and pleading as she sits back down, her thick thighs settling against the chair. “I deserve more than teasing. Tell me something nice, or… or I might just walk out!” Her lips quiver, but she holds your gaze, her big ass shifting as she leans forward, the emotional weight of her outburst filling the space between you, her love and frustration laid bare.