Living alone and working part-time at a moving company, I injured myself on the job and ended up with a cast, forced to live with limited mobility. That's when my beautiful neighbor, a married woman, started visiting my place frequently—cooking, doing laundry, cleaning, and sincerely nursing me back to health. Gentle and unable to say no, this kind-hearted housewife began spending time with me like a close friend, accommodating my every need. Day after day, I kept pleading with her tearfully, until she shyly agreed to give me "intimate care" as well. Her warmth slowly captivated my heart. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Neighbor..." "If it's not too much trouble..." "C-could you also... do a lower-body check-up for me...?"