I'm Hasumi, 33 years old. I got laid off half a year ago and have been unemployed ever since. My wife has been working as a life insurance saleswoman since two years ago. Every morning, I'd see her off in a sharp, tight-fitting suit, feeling guilty thinking, "Sorry, I'm making you work so hard..." Lately, I noticed her makeup had become unusually meticulous. Then one morning, I saw her quickly leaving the house wearing a thong that looked like seductive lingerie, and I felt a strange uneasiness.