I work for an advertising agency and am a useless man who is chased by monthly quotas. I don't have any dreams or hopes for my job... but I had one pleasure. It is to look at Mr. Kurokawa's ass, who always wears a short skirt, from a distance. In the midst of this, Kurokawa-san and I ended up working overtime late at night. Even though I'm a married woman, I'm determined to be frustrated anyway by wearing such a skirt. The stress of work and my lust for Mr. Kurokawa drove me crazy.
