It's been 5 years since I was married to a farmer. My husband, who went to the city as a migrant worker, returns only a few times a year and spends half of the year alone. The men in the village are aiming for a beautiful appearance and a ripe body that stands out especially in the countryside. Even so, I swore chastity to my husband, and my aching body was distracted by playing alone, but the men who approached me in the guise of kindness ...