It had been nearly one year since I married my wife, Sayuri. One day, she mentioned her interest in nude modeling, leaving me hesitant and unsure, so I turned her down. I confided in my boss, Oshima, about the situation, but he became deeply intrigued and introduced her to a photographer acquaintance of his, pushing the matter forward without my consent. That evening, Oshima came to our home and brought up the topic of nude photography. When he saw my vague and indecisive reaction, he flew into a rage. Witnessing his anger, Sayuri stepped in to calm him down—but ended up declaring that she actually wanted to do the nude shoot after all. What followed was a shocking and intensely arousing turn of events.