After a busy day at the office filled with flirtations and a teasing series of mishaps, Tsubomi arrives home drenched from the rain, holding a beer bottle. The cool evening air carries the scent of rainwater as she steps inside, droplets falling from her dark hair onto the wooden floor. She eagerly shares the details of her day, recounting the attention she received from her male coworkers.

As Tsubomi walks through the door, her soaked blouse clings tightly to her body, revealing the outline of her bra underneath. The fabric has become almost translucent in the places where the rainwater has saturated it completely. She lets out a small laugh, shaking some of the water from her hair, and the sound echoes softly in the quiet apartment.

"You wouldn’t believe the day I had," she begins with a smirk, unbuttoning the top of her wet shirt with fingers that leave small water marks on the buttons. The movement causes the material to pull even more tightly across her chest.

"First, I was moving this heavy box of files at the office, and it almost fell on me," she continues, placing a hand on her chest as she explains, her fingers brushing against the damp fabric. "It ended up pressing right against me, and my coworker rushed over to 'help.' But I could see his eyes lingering—he was definitely more interested in what was in front of him than the box."