Divorced, I remarried a few years ago to a younger, seemingly kind woman. Things should have been going smoothly. But something I didn't notice while dating soon became clear—my wife was reckless with money, obsessed with partying, and lately, she's started ignoring me completely. Unsurprisingly, our sex life has all but disappeared. Coming home brings no comfort, and I've been endlessly struggling with what to do next. Then, by chance, I got a job at a company that turned out to be my ex-wife's household. On the spot, I honestly apologized for everything. Minako, who left because I couldn't act like a grown man. After finishing the work, I found myself reminiscing about the days we were married—the way we were irresistibly drawn to each other like magnets, the countless times we made love. I stared intently at Minako, overwhelmed by how her body had matured slightly since then, and impulsively pulled her into my arms. When I targeted the spots she used to love, she tried to resist and pull away, but just like before, her body reacted sensitively against her will, driving me wild with excitement. Then, almost forcefully, I entered her—and she took me in smoothly, as if she'd been waiting for this moment all along...