Five years have passed since I left my teaching job. My husband, who was kind during our early married days, now lies about business trips and leaves the house empty... During those hollow days, it was my student, Takashi, who supported me. Although he used to be unreliable, he is now a respectable member of society, and we would meet once a month when our schedules aligned. Though I think I should end this 'forbidden relationship' with my student immediately, every time our bodies entwine, I find myself drowning in intense pleasure...
