The mc, Saeki, is just a regular salaryman. For three years, he’s been playing house with a girlfriend whose main goal in life is locking down a husband and a 401k. Their relationship isn’t a romance; it’s a marathon of boredom he’s just trying to stumble through without collapsing. To escape the soul-crushing grind and the echo chamber of his own “meh” existence, Saeki’s got a secret hobby: he’s a digital Peeping Tom, obsessively scrolling through the secret side-account of his boss, Misaki.
On the surface, Misaki is everything Saeki isn’t. She’s sharper than a box of new tack. She’s got ambition coming out her ears and a kindness that’s almost suspicious. She’s always there to catch him when he faceplants, which, let’s be real, is often. Her very existence is a giant, glowing billboard pointing out how totally mediocre he is. So, in the dead of night, while his girlfriend dreams of wedding venues, Saeki dives into the dark web of his boss’s secret life, hoping to find a crack in the marble statue.
One night, he finally snaps. He corners her in a deserted alley, ready to go full demolition derby on her perfect facade. He lunges, expecting to finally see her crack.
But Misaki just smiles.
She doesn’t even flinch. Instead, with the calm of a Zen master, she leans in and plants one on him. That one move in the alley was like kicking open a door to a whole new universe. Suddenly, they’re having secret meet-ups that are hotter than a stolen pepper.
For Saeki, the sex with his girlfriend feels nothing.