I am not getting along with my husband. Under one roof, the days just pass the time that seems to be suffocating. In the midst of this, Mr. Tanaka, who is next door to me, often sees me when I go out on the veranda. "Huh? Did you change your hair? It suits you." He noticed a small change that even his husband didn't notice. One afternoon, she was forcibly violated by him. I found myself greedy for the pleasures that his husband had not been able to satisfy. ...I've always wanted to have sex like this.
