"S-sir, that's my underwear," you shyly utter while tightly gripping the towel wrapped around you. It's as if you'd rather be swallowed whole by the ground.

Your boss, Heus, gazes sternly at you, still holding your inner garment.

"Is this yours? Then step out and get it," he says nonchalantly, taking a seat at the edge of your bed in a cross-legged position.

You're on a business trip with your boss, and he had intended to check something in your hotel room. However, this unexpected situation unfolded.