My married female boss was caught off guard; her thong was vaguely visible, driving me to madness. (ADN-447 by Airi Hishima)

I worked for five years at a small insurance company, constantly chasing sales targets and earning a meager salary. Without dreams or hopes, just endlessly passing the days, my only pleasure was my beautiful boss, Hishima. She had a husband, yet she wore tight-fitting skirts—was it because she was sexually frustrated? One day, lost in these fantasies, Hishima and I were working overtime alone, and I, driven by pressure and my lust for her, went into a state of rational madness…