Divorced, I remarried a few years ago to a younger, seemingly kind-hearted woman. Our relationship seemed perfect at first, but things I hadn't noticed while dating soon became clear—she's reckless with money, obsessed with partying, and has completely neglected me lately. Our sex life has vanished entirely. Coming home brings no comfort; I feel utterly lost about the future. That's when I accidentally discovered my workplace is right near my ex-wife's house. Standing before her, I honestly apologized—admitting I hadn't matured, admitting I left her. She still possessed that same captivating charm as before, drawing me in like a magnet just as she did years ago. Memories of our passionate days together flooded back. I stared deeply at Noriko, overwhelmed by her scent, that familiar womanly aroma, and impulsively pulled her into my arms. I caressed her body, teasing the sensitive spots she used to love. Though she resisted and tried to pull away, her body reacted just as sensitively as it once did, driving me wild with excitement. Finally, pushing inside her almost forcefully, she accepted me smoothly, as if she'd been waiting all along.