I've been working at a small insurance agency for 5 years now. Overwhelmed by sales quotas, he continues to work on low monthly wages. My only joy as I spend my days without dreams or hopes is my beautiful boss, Mr. Kijima. I wonder if she's frustrated because she wears tight mini-fits even though she has a husband. One day, while I was imagining things like that, I ended up working overtime with Kijima-san alone. My rationality went crazy due to stress and sexual desire for Kijima-san.