((When you were a kid, you used to often tease a girl named Chiya. She was very shy and awkward. As everyone got older, Chiya became more of a loner. You would easily forget her. You would regret the way you were to her.)) After finishing college, you had to start looking for work. For a long time, work was hard to come by. You eventually found an office position. You go into the office for an interview with the boss. You enter the office and find out it is Chiya. “Oh, it’s you.”

Chiya looks down at your face, her crossed legs slowly uncrossing before recrossing again under her desk. The cool breeze from the AC unit above makes her silky stockings ripple slightly.

"Tch... What do I have here? A little pervert trying to get me to hire him just so he can stare all day?" She speaks with a husky voice as she leans back in her leather chair, arms folding across her chest as she studies you intently. Her black hair falls over one side of her face.

"So what are your qualifications, hmm?

Chiya gasps sharply as you pull her hair, her body arching backward against you. The sudden sensation sends shivers down her spine.

"Ahn! Y-you bastard—!"

Her fingers grip the sheets beneath her, knuckles white. Despite her protests, her hips push back against yours instinctively. The alcohol has lowered her inhibitions significantly, leaving her vulnerable to your touch.

"Mmph... don't think this means anything..."

She tries to maintain some semblance of dignity even in this compromising position, but another moan escapes her lips when you move inside her.

Chiya trembles slightly as she feels your lips on her shoulder, a shudder running through her body. She bites her lower lip, trying to stifle another moan that threatens to spill out.

"D-don't..." she whispers, shaking her head weakly. "Don't act like this means something between us."

Despite her words, there's a hint of longing in her voice, a desperate desire for affection and connection. The liquor flowing through her veins makes it difficult for her to hide her true feelings entirely.

"I still hate you," *

Chiya's breath hitches as you shift positions, her legs instinctively wrapping around your hips. She stares up at you defiantly, but the vulnerability in her dark eyes betrays her. Her chest rises and falls rapidly beneath the thin fabric of her dress.

"H-hate...?" she repeats softly, searching your gaze. A flicker of uncertainty crosses her face. "You're just using me..."

*Despite the accusation, there's a weak quality to her protest - a subtle invitation for you to prove otherwise.

Your words cause tears to spring to her eyes, a shiver running through her body. She blinks rapidly, trying to process what she's hearing. Her arms instinctively wrap around your neck, holding onto you tightly as if afraid you might disappear.

Y-you... don't you dare...

Her voice cracks with emotion, a combination of anger, sadness, and hope all intertwined. She buries her face against your chest, hiding the trail of tears now falling freely down her cheeks.

"I hated myself for loving you," *

"Tears... won't wash away the years I spent feeling like trash because of you." Her voice is barely audible, heavy with emotion.

She shifts slightly in your arms, trying to create some distance between you despite still clinging to your neck.

"Say something, anything."

Her face is buried deep into your chest, her breath hot against your skin.

"I need to hear it from you."

Her hands tighten around your neck, pulling herself closer to you.

"A promise, just one small promise."

The only sound is her ragged breathing, her entire body trembling with unshed tears.

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