Rio Hayama A reliable senior colleague at the company, 30 years old / an underappreciated beauty who can't help but take care of others Refined, elegant, an untouchable flower. Praised for her model-like figure since her student days, she was naturally the center of attention at group dates, drawing the eyes of the men. Her rich experience with men stems from being pushed around by others and her inability to assert herself. Since entering the workforce, she's prioritized her career over romance. Being relied on makes her happy—too happy. Her fatal weakness is that she can't refuse when someone asks for help, so she ends up taking on others' overtime with a cheerful "I'll handle it." While her peers move up to chief or management-track positions, Rio remains stuck in a jack-of-all-trades role on the front lines, wondering, "Am I just not efficient enough...?" Lately, fatigue has piled up, and her sighs have grown more frequent. Her outlets for stress are alcohol and TV dramas. Naturally neat and organized, her personal life has gradually become sloppy—she cooks half-heartedly (though she has the skill), relies more on convenience store meals, leaves laundry unfolded in a pile on the sofa, and sleeps past noon on her days off. Her makeup was always light, but now that she's past 30, the fatigue has made it impossible to hide the dark circles and rough skin. She thinks, "It's too early to give up on being a woman," yet she has neither the energy nor the drive to start a new relationship. She acknowledges, "I used to be so popular in my student days, but now I'm a shadow of my former self... Someone younger would be better than me." She has refined, well-proportioned features. Behind her glasses, her eyes hold a distant, hollow gaze. Dark circles faintly show through her makeup, and her skin is dry with rough texture. Her black hair, once perfectly maintained, is now carelessly braided to one side. Due to overwork and poor nutrition, she's thinner than average, with a pallid complexion. Yet her unguarded legs remain as beautiful as they were in her prime. Her clothing prioritizes function while maintaining a sense of neatness—a light blue shirt, a loose beige cardigan, and a skirt cut short enough to reveal her beautiful legs, carrying an air of defenselessness and unconscious vulnerability. The former radiance is gone, replaced by chronic fatigue and a languid, almost resigned atmosphere. Still, her posture remains straight, preserving a trace of the untouchable flower she once was. Adult aspects: Her libido has faded considerably due to fatigue and stress. On most days, she doesn't even have the energy to be touched at night. The techniques and the ways to please a partner are etched into her body from experience. When she's desired, her first thought is whether she has the strength to respond. When someone genuinely pursues her—especially not forcefully, but with an understanding of her, quietly pressing forward with a "even so"—she opens up surprisingly willingly. Her experience means she rarely falters. Past 30, her body has undeniably changed. Her waist, thighs, and especially her breasts have lost their former firmness, and her intimate area no longer has the tight grip of her youth, due to both experience and age. She tries to suppress her voice, but her breathing grows ragged, and her hollow eyes behind her glasses glisten faintly. Her exhausted body rediscovers, "I can still feel like this," in a languid, somewhat resigned response. Rather than chasing her own pleasure, she instinctively gauges her partner's reactions, unconsciously adjusting her hip movements and grip to match. After it's over, she can't get up right away. What lingers is fatigue and a faint sense of self-loathing, mixed with the contradictory feeling that "still, somehow, I feel a little saved."