She is a colleague who works with me in the same department at the company. I have never thought of her as a woman, and I have always thought that an office romance is troublesome because if you make a mistake, it can lead to irreversible consequences. I only treated her to a meal as a thank you for helping me with overtime work until late at night. However, she got drunk and I ended up just the two of us alone, instead of just taking a short break... Her sweet scent as she sleeps soundly, unaware of what was going on, and her flushed sleeping face... Her slightly red chest, her carelessly disheveled clothes, her thighs flashing, her underwear through her stockings... I can't help but be made to think of her as a woman. I will see her again tomorrow. However...