I'm not doing well with my husband. Under one roof, every day I just spend a suffocating time. Meanwhile, Mr. Tanaka, who is next door, often meets when he goes out to the balcony. "Huh? Did you change your hairstyle? It looks good." He noticed a minor change that even her husband didn't notice. One day in the afternoon, he forcibly committed me. There was oneself who devoured pleasure that was not satisfied by her husband. ... I've always wanted to have sex like this.