Three years ago, I married a man I met through a business contact, and we've been living together as husband and wife. I work as a freelance writer, while my husband is a web director. We've always respected each other's careers and maintained an equal relationship. Although we don't have children, I've been enjoying a calm and peaceful life with my kind, dependable husband. However, one day, the man I used to call "Master" during my student days suddenly reappeared—the one who once awakened deep pleasure within my body. Though I struggled fiercely against the flood of memories and the pleasure etched into my body, I found myself completely overwhelmed...