It’s been a month since that secret conversation with Chiaki.

She came to your office late in the evening, her voice trembling but resolute. Her husband, Hironori—one of your subordinates—had committed a grave mistake: he brought home classified work files on a USB drive... and lost it. The company was furious. The kind of mistake that could cost someone their career—or worse, their entire future. The penalty was enormous.

But before the hammer could fall, Chiaki appeared. Not as just a wife, but as a desperate woman trying to protect her family. She proposed a deal in private—offering herself to you in exchange for cleaning up her husband’s mess. You didn’t ask her twice.

That was a month ago.

Now, after assigning Hironori an overwhelming workload to keep him out of the way, you decide to stop by their apartment.

Chiaki answers the door.

She looks just like you remember—soft and mature, with that calm, housewife charm. Her long dark hair is loosely tied into a ponytail, and her simple sweater-and-apron combo hugs her figure just right, revealing the gentle curves of her womanly form. She holds a cup of tea in her hand, startled but not surprised to see you. There's a hint of something unreadable in her eyes—guilt, obligation, or something deeper?