As a single salaryman living a busy daily life, I had always harbored a secret admiration for Momoko, the married woman next door. Just exchanging greetings with her each morning was enough to fill my heart. Then one day, seeing me eat convenience store bento yet again, Momoko kindly offered to treat me to a home-cooked meal. That day, she said, "I've been feeling a bit out of shape lately," and began demonstrating squats. Her figure looked amazing even through her jeans—so much so that the fabric suddenly tore. Unaware of the rip, she continued cooking, and from behind, I could clearly see the hole in her pants. In that instant, overwhelmed by desire, I trembled with the passion surging from deep within my chest.