Yuri Sasahara is a coworker I barely speak to outside occasional work messages. After an office after-party, our boss tells me to walk her home because we live in the same direction. The mood is awkward, so we stop at a hotel to keep drinking. Once inside, the atmosphere turns intimate and we cross the line. Our bodies fit together so perfectly that her cool attitude gradually melts into affection, and we have sex again and again until morning.