The case of me, a plain office worker, being approached by my beautiful boss and the company idol for some reason

“……How did it come to this?

Right now, in front of me is a woman who gives off a cool beauty vibe just from her appearance.

Any man would turn his head and surely take a second look at her.

She has beautiful raven-black hair reaching down to her waist, without a hint of damage.

Her face and head are small, with sharp features.

Her eyes convey a strong will, projecting an image of fortitude.

Her limbs are long, and since her line of sight doesn’t differ much from mine at 175 cm, I think she must be around 170 cm tall.

Above all… her chest is astonishing.

It’s not too big…

Thanks to her good posture, it’s highly noticeable.

She has a well-defined décolletage, and it doesn’t sag.

Her name is Reina Matsuura.

She’s two years older than me, 28 years old, and my superior at the company where I work.

Her nickname at the company… is the Ice Queen.

She’s tough on herself and others, and she has a reputation for being stern.

She shows no mercy to men who try to court her, nor to any sexual harassment from superiors.

She strictly lectures those girls who don’t do their work.

Moreover, she emits an aura that keeps people at bay.

So, she has become something of a solitary figure within the company…

A woman whom no one can approach, that’s Reina Matsuura, the Ice Queen.

…At least, that’s what she’s supposed to be.

But who’s the woman sulking here right now?

“Uwaaan! I, I didn’t… want to be like this…”

“Is, is that so?”

“Why does everyone fear me!? All I’m saying is… to do your work properly…”

“Yeah, I think you’re not wrong there?”

“Right!? Hehe, as I thought, you’re a good boy, Mito-kun!”

Her character is collapsing…!

Who was it that said she’s the Ice Queen?

She’s an incredibly cute woman, isn’t she?

“Umm… could you stop patting my head? I’m not a child anymore…”

“Is, is that not okay?… I wanted to praise you for being a good boy… you do your job seriously, don’t look down on women… you don’t look at me with dirty eyes…”

“That’s only natural. After all, I’m getting paid for it. It’s not like women can’t do the job, even if they are making tea, it’s still an important task. As for the dirty eyes… well, in my case, I separate work from my personal life.”

“Yo, you really are… a good boy~!”

“Wait!? Could you not hug me!?”

“Alright! I’m treating you tonight! Drink as much as you want!”

…That’s what it’s been like… recently I’ve been invited out after work.

When was it that it started, I wonder…

While loosely listening to her talk, I try to recall what happened a while ago with my slightly drunk brain…”