My direct supervisor, Momoko Kikuichi, was kind yet strict, always guiding me with care and patience. While my coworkers seemed to fear her, I never felt that way. She celebrated with me when things went well, and even when I failed, she scolded me gently while comforting me. I didn't just admire her as a boss—I deeply loved her as a woman. One day, we went on a day trip together for work. Busy with tasks, we missed our last train home, and every nearby inn was fully booked. Eventually, we found a single available room at a small ryokan. With no other choice, we decided to share the room. Over dinner, I quietly vented my frustrations, and a slightly drunk Momoko reached out, gently took my hand, and whispered, "It'll be okay." In that instant, all my suppressed feelings exploded, and I confessed everything. To my surprise, she accepted me. What happened after that is a blur, but when I woke up the next morning, I realized it hadn't been a dream. I opened my eyes to Momoko's soft kiss. We held each other tightly, confirming our feelings, and passionately gave ourselves to one another.