One year has passed since I got married and started living in my husband's parents' house. She lost her mother-in-law five years before her, and lives with her husband and her father-in-law, who retired early and devoted herself to her hobby, kendo. The stout, manly father-in-law and the methodical, slender husband were nothing alike. In such a happy life, the only dissatisfaction was that my serious husband could only have sex as a means of child-making. And that day, after making her baby, when I was comforting myself in her bathroom, her father-in-law looked at me.
