Osottekure to Itteru You na Mon da

"Please relax and feel good, okay…", says the usually kind Okada as he stares at her with a sharp gaze. A body that's being gently devoured. The melting caresses. The heat from being touched on her lips, chest and thighs are making her swell right up to her head… Her hips can't help but twitch and though she's embarrassed, she can't control her voice from leaking out…

Overtime work. Working from home at midnight. Fumi is an editor in the supposedly brilliant fashion magazine industry but every day, both her heart and mind are left exhausted from working so hard. Her source of comfort is Okada, the refreshing and handsome pharmacist at the pharmacy she regularly stops by. He sorts of provides maintenance for her when she comes back early in the morning from working overtime or when she stops by at night after a hard day at work.

He's only this kind because she's a regular customer. At least, that's what she thought until one day, when she stopped by drunk after a mixer. Okada started acting strangely and forced her into the backroom with him…