A pungent and pungent odor. The source of the smell that fills her living room is her mother, Yuko, who is sleeping on the sofa. "Sleep in a place like this again..." Yuko often comes home tired from her recently started part. She will catch a cold if she sleeps on the sofa like this. A thick scent of perspiration wafts through her son's nostrils as he approaches to carry him to her bedroom. "Just a little more... you can smell it, isn't it, Mom?" My son, who was suddenly driven by a strong urge, brings his face to Yuko's damp armpit.
