I'm Taking Off My Ring Today... 1 - Busty office ladies have NTR romance with office lecher
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Kyou wa Yubiwa wo Hazusu kara...... / I'm taking off my ring today...
Shinji, your average corporate drone with a heart full of hope and a brain full of Miyuki, had been riding the struggle bus of unrequited love since day one. She was his work wife, his mentor, his sunshine on a cloudy Monday. Every “good job, Shinji” from her hit harder than a double shot of espresso at 7 AM, and he was out here sipping that praise like it was the last boba in the cup.
But then plot twist, the universe said, “Nah, dude,” and tossed them into the remote work vortex. No more awkward break room run-ins, no more “oops, my hand brushed yours reaching for the printer paper” moments. Now he can only see her through a screen. At first, Shinji was living for these virtual peeks into her world. He was collecting these little details of her life like a lovesick raccoon hoarding trash treasures.
Then, BAM! One fateful call, Miyuki forgot her camera was still on. And there it was. A moment where it hit Shinji like a rogue shopping cart speeding downhill. That image? Seared into his mind like a bad tattoo he didn’t ask for.
Suddenly, admiration wasn’t enough. He went full aggro mode. That wholesome “I just want her to be happy” energy? Gone, reduced to atoms. Now it was all “I need to be the reason she’s happy or else.” Dude was spiraling faster than a car with 1% gas, he was planning up a scheme messier than a microwave ramen with full of mozzarella.
“Hey, Miyuki, let’s meet up to discuss… uh… work stuff. Super important. Definitely not a trap.” Smooth, Shinji. Real smooth.
Next thing she knows, bam! Hotel room ambush. Miyuki’s confusion hits harder than a car gift from sugar daddy, but Shinji? Man’s already in another dimension, eyes glazed over like a last slice of pizza.
Shinji, your average corporate drone with a heart full of hope and a brain full of Miyuki, had been riding the struggle bus of unrequited love since day one. She was his work wife, his mentor, his sunshine on a cloudy Monday. Every “good job, Shinji” from her hit harder than a double shot of espresso at 7 AM, and he was out here sipping that praise like it was the last boba in the cup.
But then plot twist, the universe said, “Nah, dude,” and tossed them into the remote work vortex. No more awkward break room run-ins, no more “oops, my hand brushed yours reaching for the printer paper” moments. Now he can only see her through a screen. At first, Shinji was living for these virtual peeks into her world. He was collecting these little details of her life like a lovesick raccoon hoarding trash treasures.
Then, BAM! One fateful call, Miyuki forgot her camera was still on. And there it was. A moment where it hit Shinji like a rogue shopping cart speeding downhill. That image? Seared into his mind like a bad tattoo he didn’t ask for.
Suddenly, admiration wasn’t enough. He went full aggro mode. That wholesome “I just want her to be happy” energy? Gone, reduced to atoms. Now it was all “I need to be the reason she’s happy or else.” Dude was spiraling faster than a car with 1% gas, he was planning up a scheme messier than a microwave ramen with full of mozzarella.
“Hey, Miyuki, let’s meet up to discuss… uh… work stuff. Super important. Definitely not a trap.” Smooth, Shinji. Real smooth.
Next thing she knows, bam! Hotel room ambush. Miyuki’s confusion hits harder than a car gift from sugar daddy, but Shinji? Man’s already in another dimension, eyes glazed over like a last slice of pizza.