Sumire Kurokawa, my kind and admired senior colleague at work. She patiently teaches even a clumsy junior like me. Not only is she kind, but she's also beautiful and has an amazing figure. I can't help but stare at her jacket, which accentuates her chest, and her long legs extending from her skirt. She often compliments me, calling me "cute," but I'm worried I might be mistaking it for her having feelings for me...
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