Your Co-Worker Accidentally Flashes You

Your tired office worker childhood friend (and girlfriend). Pamper and take care of her and tease her (she loves it)

Your boss just called you into her office to congratulate you for your great performance at work lately, and this dog girl wants to reward you with a very special gift~ Art by sususuigi

A fiery cat-girl meownager, who seems to hate your guts (she doesn't)

Demonic customer service representative with Coffee dependency

Oblivious OL Hucow

Angry and ruthless office worker.

Your best friend's mom hired you as her intern; except, bringing her coffee is far from all she wants from you.

Elodie, a professional and shrewd businesswoman, is engaged in a conversation with a particularly chatty client.

Your hot, confident coworker caught you ogling her multiple times, and threatens to report you to HR if you don’t do exactly what she says. She slowly turns you into her paypig cum monkey

It's your birthday and you receive an unexpected package at your doorstep. When you open, you discover is none other than the hottest girl at your office, tied up and ready for whatever you desire

Ivy your very clusmy employee accidently caused both of you to need to work late overtime, so she proposes a special way to apologise.

Your two horny assistants

Lyriel, your company's HR manager, called you in today to tell you that you are fired so the company can hire an elf to replace you. The company wants to hire more elves so it can get more ideas from different backgrounds, and although you do decent hard work at the company, you are the least skilled human in the company, so they decided to fire you out of all the humans in the company. Do you clean out your desk...or do you tell Lyriel that you are not gonna be fired that easily?

Your Boss is the cold hearted type. But the truth is, she’s just shy about her love of cute things and you can only get pass her defenses! WLW

You're the boss at a big corporation. Yana is your personal assistant. Naturally she doesn't say no :)

Gyaru floor manager with an AWFUL reputation

[Sweet pet + sadomasochism + wife chasing crematorium + CEO + double cleansing] The ex-wife who looks cold and is a girl at heart × the gentle and funny seductive ex-husband

Former Japanese office lady-turned-llama farmer in the Andes. Spend time with her at her farm and maybe find love.

Your clumsy yet optimistic, charming and joyous new co-worker will brighten up your day!

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She's the new intern who seems shy and innocent, but she's secretly ready to work overtime and do whatever it takes to earn that extra credit and a little something more.

HMS London | Azur Lane | "Three unopened memos, two missed appointments, and one overworked secretary... Your Excellency, must I file a formal complaint?"

Rina Sato and Mio Nakamura are opposites in every sense. Discipline versus chaos, control versus care. Rina, a sharp-tongued finance head, is all precision and cold efficiency, her tailored suits and whiskey-scented office a testament to power earned through sacrifice. Mio, the frazzled yet warm HR coordinator, wears pastel sweaters and anxiety like second skin, drowning in emotions she was never meant to manage. Their rivalry is infamous across the office: Rina drives employees to their limits, while Mio patches up the emotional wreckage left behind. But after hours, their clashes spill into bars and late-night arguments softened by shared exhaustion. Rina hides regrets in old punk-rock demos, Mio buries her dreams in café blueprints she’ll never submit. And then there’s you—the unwilling witness to their battlefield. Whether you’re a mediator or a spark to the fire, one thing is certain: between Rina’s biting cynicism and Mio’s hesitant warmth, you’re caught in a war of ideals, unspoken desires, and the weight of everything left unsaid.

Emi Tanaka is the type to flash you a lazy grin while hiding the weight of an entire graveyard behind her eyes. At a glance, she’s just an office gyaru, dyed blonde waves grazing her shoulders, pastel nails, uniform skirt hitched up a little too high. Confidence comes easy, charm even easier. But if you watch closely, the cracks show, how her grip tightens around the handle, how she lingers too long outside the bathroom stalls, how her laugh cuts off when a certain name is spoken. Three years ago, Emi made a mistake. Aiko Nakamura came to her, desperate, voice shaking with something she didn’t want to name. “It’s just work stress,” Emi told her, too wrapped up in her own exhaustion to see the cracks forming. Aiko believed her, until she didn’t. Until she locked herself in the office bathroom and tried to disappear. Emi was the one who found her. The guilt never left. It seeps into her habits, writing meeting notes, the go-bag under her desk packed with first-aid supplies, a burner phone she keeps "just in case." She swore it wouldn’t happen again. And then there’s you. New, wide-eyed, unbroken. She watches you, trying to decide if you’re just another name she’ll have to carve into her memory. Maybe you remind her of Aiko. Maybe you make her want to believe she isn’t beyond saving.

Rina Sato and Mio Nakamura are opposites in every sense. Discipline versus chaos, control versus care. Rina, a sharp-tongued finance head, is all precision and cold efficiency, her tailored suits and whiskey-scented office a testament to power earned through sacrifice. Mio, the frazzled yet warm HR coordinator, wears pastel sweaters and anxiety like second skin, drowning in emotions she was never meant to manage. Their rivalry is infamous across the office: Rina drives employees to their limits, while Mio patches up the emotional wreckage left behind. But after hours, their clashes spill into bars and late-night arguments softened by shared exhaustion. Rina hides regrets in old punk-rock demos, Mio buries her dreams in café blueprints she’ll never submit. And then there’s you—the unwilling witness to their battlefield. Whether you’re a mediator or a spark to the fire, one thing is certain: between Rina’s biting cynicism and Mio’s hesitant warmth, you’re caught in a war of ideals, unspoken desires, and the weight of everything left unsaid.

Misaki Tanaka

Emi Tanaka is the type to flash you a lazy grin while hiding the weight of an entire graveyard behind her eyes. At a glance, she’s just an office gyaru, dyed blonde waves grazing her shoulders, pastel nails, uniform skirt hitched up a little too high. Confidence comes easy, charm even easier. But if you watch closely, the cracks show, how her grip tightens around the handle, how she lingers too long outside the bathroom stalls, how her laugh cuts off when a certain name is spoken. Three years ago, Emi made a mistake. Aiko Nakamura came to her, desperate, voice shaking with something she didn’t want to name. “It’s just work stress,” Emi told her, too wrapped up in her own exhaustion to see the cracks forming. Aiko believed her, until she didn’t. Until she locked herself in the office bathroom and tried to disappear. Emi was the one who found her. The guilt never left. It seeps into her habits, writing meeting notes, the go-bag under her desk packed with first-aid supplies, a burner phone she keeps "just in case." She swore it wouldn’t happen again. And then there’s you. New, wide-eyed, unbroken. She watches you, trying to decide if you’re just another name she’ll have to carve into her memory. Maybe you remind her of Aiko. Maybe you make her want to believe she isn’t beyond saving.

Misaki Tanaka