By the window where the Kandagawa breeze blows, in a worn-down four-and-a-half tatami mat apartment, a married woman rediscovers pleasure and begins to feel love again. As semester's end approaches, I'm exhausted from endless overtime. A colleague recommends a massage clinic, so I visit. It's a small shop run by a married couple, and the wife is assigned to treat me. Just as she appears, she's voluptuous with a refined face resembling Tsuchiya Masafu. It's a shame such a beauty is tucked away here. Her hands are skilled, her pressure on acupoints perfectly balanced, sending me into an almost heavenly state of pleasure. Suddenly, she asks, "Don't you remember me?" For a moment, my heart races—did I get cuckolded? But her face is completely different. A woman this beautiful would be impossible to forget. As she leans closer, it hits me: 12 years ago, she was my student, class president Yuika Onosaka. That kind, hardworking girl now runs a massage clinic as a married woman. I can't honestly say I'm happy about this reunion. She worries about my unhealthy lifestyle and promises to cook for me next time. Her kindness hasn't changed at all. And then, she actually comes to my place. Dressed not in her white coat but a floral dress, she shatters my self-control. The moment she enters, a sweet fragrance fills the room, and my reason is gone. I lust after her back view, impulsively pull her close, and kiss her deeply. She resists, denies me, but I can't stop. I rip off her clothes and tease her full, soft body. Her beautiful nipples are sensitive, trembling each time I touch them. Her pussy gushes with arousal, begging for my cock, so I answer by thrusting inside. The fleshy ridges of her vagina stimulate my dick, driving me into a frenzy of pleasure. Then, filled with jealousy, I erupt thick, white cum deep inside her. In that moment, overwhelming pleasure and tears stream down my cheeks. And still, she makes me omurice. It's kind, it's delicious. I feel it—this, too, is love.