A year has passed since I got married to my husband who I met in junior college, and Kaho, a housing complex wife, is frustrated with her husband who gradually stopped hugging me. She consoled herself with her infatuation, trying to distract her loneliness and her frustration. As soon as she climaxed, she felt her gaze, and when she turned her eyes towards her window, there was an old man there. Kaho feels nostalgic for this man who mistook her for a voyeur. The two, who were never supposed to be together, witnessed this masturbation and became a relationship with a violent affair that made them sweaty...
