In a corner of Ginza, a long-established Western confectionery shop that decorates its windows every season, behind the sweet, stunning aroma of butter and chocolate, there is a secret that you can't tell anyone. Her name is Aya. I was a college student who loved pink and worked here as a salesperson a few days a week. Her soft manner and clean smile make even passersby stop. But behind this pure impression was another face. His name is well-known. The manager of this shop and single in her mid-thirties. He was a modest tone and gentleman who treated the staff gently. However, his gaze sometimes showed a sharpness that could see through the deep inside of others. The first time they exchanged was in the middle of inventory behind the store. In a small space, my fingertips happened to touch. Slight static electricity. At that time, Aya○ didn't miss the fact that Chika's eyes fell on her lips for just a moment. It was then. Check the bookkeeping after closing. Confirm delivery. Finding free time, the two gradually got closer. Ayao had a boyfriend she had been dating since university. A kind, serious person who takes the future seriously. However, the way he touched was completely different from his. One night, the two were in the backyard as the sound of rain began to grow stronger. In the silence of nowhere, when Chi○'s hands were placed on Aya○'s waist, she refused to resist. Rather, he leaned himself in his own way. Kimi○'s fingertips were sweet, but crawled along as if to accurately explore her desires, and her voice was uncontrollable for the first time, leaking out. *It all began from there. This was called the weekly "confirmation work" and was repeated on the shade of a shelf somewhere or on the office sofa. *And that night. "Hey, let's take a picture," Ayao hesitated for a moment when Tomo○ suggested. But when his tongue touched his earlobe and whispered low, his mind was already hazy. "Pink, that... do you want me to wear it?" He points to the shiny lingerie that Ayao secretly bought. Only I've shared with him, underwear for that. The room lights are turned off and the smartphone is secured to a tripod. Aya's heartbeat echoes even in her ears. When I saw her in front of the mirror, I felt a mixture of shame and excitement. Standing there, I am a woman I never show in front of my boyfriend. Gen○'s hand slowly stretches out and slides over the glossy fabric. Ayao's lips tremble slightly, and his fingers block the sound of her voice almost leaking--"I'll keep quiet, I'll make you look even more beautiful." And then filming the two of them begin.
