Mrs. Kawai, last night you were working hard with your husband. For me, stuck in detention, that time felt like nothing short of torture. To finally get to enjoy a real woman again—words can't describe how I feel. The happiness of your home life is also the source of evil. Disgust and climax, violence and eroticism—values I once thought were opposites are now so close. The more you resist, the more intense the pleasure overwhelms your body and mind. That's why every moment with you, Mrs. Kawai, is always so special.