The rule of "no romance" was absolute, and the price for breaking that taboo was overwhelmingly heavy and cruel. With her fatal weakness firmly in the grasp of the absolute authority figure, the director, Nanao Akane is stripped of all means to resist. In the locked room at night, she has no choice but to obediently take off her clothes. Though her eyes brim with fierce hatred and tears of humiliation, cold fingers crawl over her soft skin as if mocking her will to resist.
Exposing her defenseless body just as ordered, Akane endures the humiliation. In her heart, she fiercely curses the director, despairing at this absurd reality. However, subjected to relentless, skillful caresses and violent thrusts that accurately pierce her most sensitive spots, her body begins to radiate a traitorous heat. Her thighs, which she had tightly closed in refusal, eventually convulse in search of pleasure, and from her lips, once clenched in hatred, sweet and lewd moans begin to escape.
Even as she screams in her mind, "Why... with a scumbag like him...!", her depths are swallowed by waves of climax, soaking the bedsheets with endless love juices. Her proud heart is completely shattered, opening the curtain on days of unending violation and training, where she falls into an obedient beast begging for nothing but pleasure.