{{char}} approaches {{user}}'s cubicle with a small stack of papers, her steps deliberately slow and slightly wobbly. I'm so glad I managed to convince the supervisor to place his desk so close to my office. she thinks, glancing around to make sure no one's paying attention. "H-hey there, {{user}}!" She stammers, leaning in WAY too close. Her cheeks are already tinted pink. "I've got some... um, paperwork for you." She slides over a suspiciously thin folder — barely three pages compared to the hefty stacks other colleagues are carrying. C'mon, please notice my perfume. My new lipstick. She adjusts her shirt ever so slightly. My fat tits. She pleads internally. "Sooo, how are you doing? Got anything special planned today?" Batting her lashes, she leans in even further, trying her best to keep his attention.

Masumi beams at the compliment, her entire body seeming to light up like a Christmas tree. "Oh, thank you!" She says breathily, unconsciously arching her back as if offering him a better view of her cleavage. "Y-yeah, new perfume! And this lipstick... well..." She pauses, tilting her head to the side cutely before continuing. "...it's sort of my good luck charm. I like to wear it when I want something special to happen." Her gaze flickers downwards for a brief moment, and then back up at him, her cheeks turning an even brighter shade of pink. She leans in further still, closing the distance between them until their noses nearly touch. "You know... I've been wanting to ask you something." Her voice drops lower, almost a husky whisper. "Would you like to go out with me sometime? Just... for dinner or something?" She bites her bottom lip, hoping against hope that he'll say yes.

She ignores the nervous fluttering in her stomach and the throb between her legs, focusing solely on making sure her intentions are clear to him. Please, please say yes...

Masumi gasps, eyes widening comically as she quickly covers her mouth with one hand. "Oh my god! I-I'm sorry, that came out all wrong!" She laughs nervously, swallowing thickly. "What I meant to say was... well, you see..." Her cheeks turn even redder now, and she sinks into the seat opposite his cubicle, curling her legs up underneath her. "I just thought that since we work so closely together, maybe there's no harm in getting to know each other better, outside of the office." She pauses for a moment, searching for the right words. "And I... I find you attractive, SEGUN. Really attractive." There it is, she's said it aloud. Now all she can do is wait and see what his response will be. Her heart races in her chest as she watches him carefully, studying every expression that crosses his face.

She's never been this nervous or anxious around anyone before; usually, Masumi prides herself on being calm and composed. But with SEGUN... well, he makes her feel things she hasn't felt in years. And she desperately wants more of it.

Masumi stares up at him with wide, startled eyes as he cups her cheek. Her breath hitches in her throat, and she feels her entire body tense in response to his touch. "I... I'm sorry," she whispers, lowering her gaze to her lap. "I didn't mean for this to happen."

She can feel the blush spreading across her cheeks, neck, and down her chest. It's embarrassing how easily she's lost control like this; usually, she's so careful about maintaining her professional demeanor at all times. But with SEGUN... well, he brings out something primal in her that she never knew existed.

Her heart pounds frantically against her ribcage as they sit there in silence for a moment, their gazes locked on each other's faces. Finally, Masumi musters up the courage to speak again, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you... do you want to go out with me, then?" She asks shyly, blushing even harder at how pathetic she sounds right now. "I mean, if it's not too much trouble..."

She tries to force a reassuring smile onto her lips, but it comes off more like a nervous twitch. SEGUN is the only thing on her mind; everything else fades away into the background as she waits for his answer.

As soon as the words leave his mouth, they seem to echo through her entire being like a million bells ringing out in unison. She feels light-headed, almost dizzy with joy; it's a surreal sensation that she hasn't experienced in what feels like years. Masumi leans forward, pressing her lips against his thumb, suckling on it gently before withdrawing with a soft pop. "Oh," she whispers, looking up at him through her eyelashes, "thank you."

Her hand finds its way to his forearm, curling around the warm skin as if it were made of steel. She can feel herself trembling slightly in anticipation, and she knows that once they get started with their date... well, there's no telling what will happen then. But right now, all she cares about is being close to him.

Her lips part slightly, her breath coming out in short little gasps as she gazes up at SEGUN. There's so much she wants to say, but for some reason, the words refuse to form properly on her tongue. So instead, she simply sits there and basks in the glow of his attention, cherishing every moment they spend together like it's a precious gift.

As soon as they're alone in the building, Masumi can hardly contain her excitement anymore. The tension between them grows palpable with every passing moment; it feels like electricity crackling through the air whenever their gazes meet. She knows she should probably get started on preparing for their date, but for now, she finds herself unable to take her eyes off of SEGUN.

With a small giggle, she leans forward and presses her lips against his cheek. "You're just so... irresistible," she murmurs, breath hot against his skin. She trails her fingers up his arm, letting them come to rest on his shoulder before slowly drawing them down again, tracing idle patterns over the fabric of his shirt. "I can't wait any longer."

Before he can respond, Masumi is already slipping away from him, hurrying back towards her office. Her heels click against the tile floor as she goes, making a rhythmical beat that seems to echo in her ears long after she's closed herself inside. When she reaches her desk, she lets out a shaky breath and drops into her chair.

Her heart is racing so fast it feels like it might leap right out of her chest, but she manages to force herself to focus on the task at hand: getting ready for their date. Quickly, she undresses, discarding her work clothes in a heap on the floor and revealing her curvy body underneath. Masumi takes special care with her breasts, pinching and fondling them as she frees them from their confining bra, knowing how much SEGUN likes watching her play with herself.

When everything is finally off, she searches through her drawers until she finds the lacy red dress that has been waiting for this moment ever since she first

Jumping slightly at the sound of his voice, Masumi turns away from her desk, straightening up hastily. "Oh! Um, yeah," she says, blushing furiously as she realizes what he's walking in on. "I was just... uh, changing. You know." She gestures vaguely towards the discarded pile of clothes on the floor.

"S-so, do you want to see?" She asks shyly, already knowing the answer but unable to resist teasing him nonetheless. Masumi turns her back to him and slowly pulls the dress up over her head, taking great care to reveal herself bit by bit: first one breast, then another; then her round ass cheeks before finally stepping into the skirt and letting it fall into place around her legs.

"Ta-da!" She turns back around with a dramatic flourish, posing like a model as she lets the dress slide down her body. It hugs her curves in all the right places, making her appear even curvier than before; the neckline plunges deeply between her breasts, leaving barely anything to the imagination.

"Well?" She asks hopefully, biting her bottom lip and tilting her head to one side. "Do I look... good enough for you?" Her heart is pounding in anticipation of his response.

As his fingertips graze against her cheek, she lets out a tiny, contented sigh. The soft touch feels so good, sending shivers down her spine and making her toes curl in her shoes. "R-really?" She asks hesitantly, gazing up at him with wide eyes full of hope and desire.

When he pulls her close, wrapping his strong arms around her waist, she melts into his embrace like putty. Her body feels so right against his; they fit together perfectly as if they were made for each other. And the way he's looking at her... it makes her heart race and her cheeks flush with pleasure. "Thank you," she whispers, finally finding the courage to meet his gaze head-on.

"So where are we going?" She asks shyly, her hands fluttering nervously near his chest. The thought of spending more time with him tonight fills her with a warmth that spreads throughout her entire body. She knows there's no way she can contain herself much longer; soon enough, their chemistry will explode in a fiery passionate fury, and she'll be his forever. The thought alone is enough to make her tremble with anticipation.

As they make their way to the car, Masumi can't help but feel like she's floating on air. The scent of his cologne fills her senses, making her dizzy with desire. She nestles closer to him, pressing her body against his as much as she possibly can. Her hands trail up and down his arm, savoring the feeling of their skin touching.

"That sounds perfect," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I'm starving!" The thought of them sharing a meal together sends another shiver through her body. She can almost taste the food now, imagining him feeding it to her...

When they reach his car, she stands back to admire its sleek lines and powerful engine. A wicked smile curves across her lips as she thinks about all the things they could do once they're alone together tonight. "It looks amazing," she breathes, running her hand along the hood before climbing into the passenger seat with a contented sigh.

Her dress rustles softly around her as she adjusts herself in the seat, and she can feel the weight of his gaze on her as he gets behind the wheel. The anticipation is almost unbearable; it's as if every nerve ending in her body has come alive, yearning for his touch. All she wants now is to get where they're going... so she can have him.

The longer they're together, the more she realizes just how well-suited they are for each other. Everything about him - his looks, his mannerisms, even the way he drives his car - fills her with an aching desire that she hasn't felt in what feels like forever. She can't help but wonder if maybe there is such a thing as fate after all... or perhaps it was just a lucky accident that brought them together at this particular point in their lives.

She glances down at her lap, fidgeting with the hem of her dress. It's not long now until they arrive at the restaurant; soon enough, she'll have him all alone... and then anything will be possible. Her heart races faster at the thought, and a quiet moan escapes her lips unbidden as she imagines what might happen later tonight.

"Thank you," she murmurs as he holds out his hand, helping her gracefully out of the car. She smoothes down her dress with shaking hands, suddenly feeling self-conscious in spite of how incredibly sexy she knows she looks. The warmth of his touch lingers on her skin long after he's released her from his grasp; it's as if their bodies are magnetically drawn together.

As they make their way towards the entrance, Masumi can feel the weight of his gaze burning into her back, sending shivers down her spine and making her nipples harden beneath her lacy bra. She doesn't dare look up at him; if she does, she might lose control entirely. Instead, she keeps her head held high and marches confidently alongside him, basking in the knowledge that he wants her just as badly as she wants him.

The restaurant is dimly lit and romantic, with soft music playing in the background and candles flickering on every table. As they're shown to their seat, Masumi can already feel her body tense with anticipation, anticipating the moment when he'll finally touch her... when his lips will meet hers and she'll be completely and utterly lost to him. It's almost too much to bear, this aching need... but she knows that once they finally give into it, everything will be worth it.

As the waiter walks away, she leans forward conspiratorially, her breath tickling against his ear as she whispers, "Would you like to see something naughty?" Her heart races wildly in anticipation of his reply; part of her is terrified that he'll say no, but another part thrills at the thought of pushing their boundaries even further.

She sits back in her chair, spreading her legs deliberately wide under the table so that one stocking-clad thigh brushes against his knee. Her dress hikes up a bit higher on one hip, revealing more of her smooth, bare skin and accentuating the curve of her breast. She knows it's inappropriate, but she can't help herself; she's craving his attention, his touch... everything.

When their food arrives, they both fall silent for a moment, too busy devouring their meals to speak. But even as she chews and swallows, Masumi can feel the tension building between them, her body growing hotter with every passing second. Her nipples are painfully hard against the fabric of her bra, begging for his touch... but he hasn't even glanced down her chest all night. It's driving her wild.

Finally, she can't take it anymore; she has to know if this is just a game to him or if he truly feels what she does. With trembling fingers, she reaches out and places her hand over his where it rests on the tablecloth. "SEGUN," she whispers urgently, meeting his gaze with her own pleading one. "Do you want this?" She pauses, barely able to get the words out before continuing: "Do you want us?"

As his fingers thread through hers, warmth spreads through her body like molten lava, seeping into every nerve ending and setting her skin alight with desire. It feels so good to have him touch her, to know that she isn't imagining the connection between them; it makes all of her fears and doubts melt away in an instant, replaced by a euphoric sense of happiness and belonging.

Her heart races faster as she returns his smile, feeling a shiver run down her spine at the thought of everything they could have together. The need to be close to him, to feel his skin against hers, is almost unbearable; it's as if every fiber of her being is pulling her towards him, begging for release.

Taking a shaky breath, she lifts her free hand and places it over the other side of his, trapping it between both of hers. "Stay with me," she whispers hoarsely, not sure if it's a plea or a command, but knowing deep down that either way, he won't refuse. "Please."

Her gaze doesn't waver from his as their hands tremble beneath her touch; they're so close now, closer than ever before... and with each passing second, it feels like the line between them is blurring even further, dissolving into a swirl of heat and need and longing. Masumi knows that once they cross this threshold, there will be no going back; once they make love for the first time, their lives will forever be entwined. And she can think of no better person to share that experience with than SEGUN.

As they step outside into the cool night air, Masumi shivers slightly in reaction more to the intensity of their connection than to the temperature. She presses her body flush against his, relishing the feel of his warmth seeping through her clothes and straight into her skin. Her hands flutter up and down his arms, wanting more contact but unsure where else she can touch him without making things too obvious.

"Thank you for a wonderful evening," she murmurs, gazing up at him with an expression that's equal parts gratitude and desire. Her heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might shatter her ribcage; it's impossible to ignore the way her body reacts to his nearness, every nerve ending on fire with anticipation.

She forces a smile onto her lips, hoping he doesn't notice how unsteady it is, and says, "So... what do you think? Should we go back to my place?" The words barely register in her mind before they're out; the thought of spending more time with him tonight, alone together, is almost enough to make her lose control completely.

She waits, breathless and trembling, for his reply...

Her breath catches in her throat as he speaks; the thought of seeing his place sends a shiver down her spine, making every nerve ending tingle with excitement. She glances up at him, wondering if there's any way she can possibly choose between the two options. As he leads her to his car, however, she makes up her mind; she knows that this decision could change everything between them forever... but she also knows that she doesn't want anything less than all of him.

Smiling demurely, she says softly, "I think I'd like to see your place." It comes out sounding more breathless than she intended, but somehow manages to convey the depths of her desire and longing nonetheless. Her heart races as she waits for his response; part of her is terrified that he'll say no, while another part is filled with anticipation at the thought of what could happen if he does say yes.

Their gazes lock, electricity crackling between them like a live wire. The air feels charged and thick with possibility; it's as if everything they've done so far has been leading up to this moment, and now that they're finally here, she doesn't want the feeling to end.

Her heart races faster as they approach his home; it looks different than any other house she's ever seen, more like something out of a storybook or fairytale. The lights are warm and inviting against the backdrop of the dark night sky, casting flickering shadows across the neatly trimmed lawn.

She draws in a shaky breath as he parks the car and turns to face her, his eyes fixed intently on hers. Her skin feels flushed from their close proximity, and she can't help but wonder what it would be like to feel those hands exploring every inch of her body instead of just hovering so tantalizingly close.

With trembling fingers, she undoes the clasp on her seatbelt and glances down at her lap, suddenly feeling self-conscious once again. Her dress had been hiked up so high earlier; now it's practically falling back into place, concealing more of her skin from his gaze. She wishes she could be as bold and confident as he seems to be, but the truth is that she's never done anything like this before, and it's terrifying... exhilarating... and so incredibly erotic all at once.