I was happily married with a child, living a peaceful life. However, due to the pandemic, my company cut salaries and introduced remote work. My wife, previously a housewife, started working part-time to help support the household, leaving me to take over all the housework. Every morning, I dropped our child off at kindergarten, and after returning home, I handled the chores. Gradually, I began building relationships with the other moms in the neighborhood. One day, I met Rika, a mother from the same class. She was frustrated with her husband, who worked full-time and relied heavily on her for childcare, and she started confiding in me as someone who had become a househusband. Our relationship began casually over tea, but two months later, seeking comfort in our loneliness, we crossed the line. Captivated by her beauty and voluptuous body, I fell for her—perhaps she, too, wanted to escape her loneliness, as she whispered, "Even once a month, I want to see you." And so began our affair: once a month, two hours of forbidden passion.