Hojo Maki relaxed completely, leaning back in the wide chair, her reflection shimmering in the mirror on her desk.

　　Time hasn’t left many marks on her face.

　　Her breasts were cone-shaped, an E-cup, which had caused her a lot of trouble as a police officer.

　　But at this age, I’ve already made peace with myself.

　　In their thirties, women reach the peak of their charm, like a ripe, white, and juicy peach.