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Hana’s face flushed. “Please take care of him, Saito-san.”

The call ended. Tatsuya felt small. Kenji sat on the edge of his bed, just two meters away. “She’s looking beautiful as ever. You’re a lucky man.” Shared room NTR A night on a business trip wher...

Tatsuya’s blood ran cold. “She never said that to me.” Hana’s face flushed

Tatsuya laughed nervously. He didn’t know that this “shared room” was about to become the crucible of his emotional ruin. The first night was mundane. Tatsuya called his wife, Hana. She was 29, a former art teacher now raising their three-year-old daughter, Mei. Her voice on the phone was a balm. Kenji sat on the edge of his bed, just two meters away

Kenji put a finger to his lips, looking at Tatsuya. Then he angled the phone so only his own face was visible. “He’s fine. Passed out from the pressure. But Hana… I need to tell you something. I’ve been holding back for three years.”

The Unspoken Rules of the Corporate Cage In the ecosystem of Japanese corporate culture, the shucchō (business trip) is a sacred ritual. It is a purgatory of cramped train seats, lukewarm bento boxes, and fluorescent-lit meeting rooms. But for Tatsuya Shimizu, a 34-year-old section chief at a mid-tier logistics firm, the business trip was also his lifeline. It was the one place where he could prove his worth without the shadow of his colleague, Kenji Saito.

But Kenji was already dialing. The video call connected. Hana, sleepy in her pajamas, her hair down, answered. “Saito-san? Is something wrong with Tatsuya?”