Living next door to Nana Yagi and her husband in an apartment complex, I only exchanged casual greetings with the beautiful married woman during morning garbage disposal. But lately, something about Nana has changed. An unmistakable buzzing sound—like a fixed vibrator—seems to be coming from between her legs, though nothing's visible. Maybe her husband isn't satisfying her, and she's been enduring intense longing. Day by day, her boldness escalates, until one morning she steps out in a sheer-panty maxi dress, fidgeting her lower body while taking out the trash and cleaning. I can't help it—my eyes are completely drawn to her tempting figure…