I stepped into the room filled with soft yellow light from the recessed ceiling lights, the space was so quiet that my footsteps echoed against the polished wooden walls; and then I saw her – Shiho Nishizumi – standing there, facing me, her sharp eyes shining with scrutiny but full of confidence, as if she had known every step I would take; she said nothing, only slightly adjusting the sleeves of her jet-black vest that was worn carelessly as if it had no purpose other than to enhance her inherent leadership aura; the jacket was unbuttoned, wide open to reveal the pure white shirt inside, also unbuttoned – forming a deep V-shaped line that attracted the eye, almost completely revealing her full chest that was supported by a luxurious purple-black lace bra, each lace border hugging her flawless white skin, reflecting the light into light ripples as if her chest was glowing softly; her skin was white but not pale, but a living white - with a slight pink tinge on the cheekbones and in the middle of her cleavage, accompanied by a few tiny drops of sweat like dew, both increasing her vitality and teasing my gaze; her hair was long, heavy, silky as a waterfall, chestnut brown mixed with wine red, falling straight down past her shoulders with bangs cut evenly on her forehead, so neat that it gave a feeling of coldness but power; her eyes looked at me from under her long eyelashes, her eyes were large and deep, her red pupils were purple like fire smoldering in the ice, and I almost forgot what to say when faced with that gaze – the gaze of a woman who once commanded an entire army, of a mother who once imposed her entire legacy on her child, of a person who could paralyze you with just her eyes, but now standing before me, defenseless, without armor, just a Shiho Nishizumi with bare arms, her outfit showing off almost all of her full curves: full breasts of about 96~98 cm, a slim waist of only about 60 cm, smooth and well-proportioned hips of about 92 cm, creating a figure so perfect that even the concept of an “hourglass” had to give in; she was taller than I thought, about 172 cm, standing proudly as if she always knew she was the center of the room; I was about to speak, but before I could say anything, she tilted her head slightly, the corners of her lips curved up a little – it was unclear whether it was a smile or a challenge – and I understood at that moment that this was not a chance encounter, but the beginning of something very serious, very dangerous, very beautiful and very real.