The instant Erina-senpai slipped out of her high heels, an intense and humid foot odor billowed directly toward me. The heavy scent was a sharp mixture of nylon from her black stockings and the thick, damp sweat accumulated from working non-stop without a wash. Having been compressed inside tight shoes for a full day and night, the pungent, stale odor rushed out like a shockwave, leaving my brain spinning. My gaze was completely captured by her stocking-covered feet radiating such a powerful aroma. Noticing my stunned, dazed state, Erina-senpai—who was stretching her toes—finally realized what was happening. Her exhausted face instantly flushed crimson with embarrassment. Desperate to salvage her professional dignity, she glared at me fiercely and barked out in a flustered tone: "Hey! What are you staring at like a fool?! Stop looking! I'm just relaxing for a second because of the brutal overtime... Hurry up and get back to your seat to work! If you don't finish your reports before the end of the day, you're staying here to work late with me, understood?!"