I became even more aroused when she arrived at our meeting spot. She had dressed more carefully than usual, clearly putting extra thought into her appearance, yet the unexpected sight made my heart race. She showed up on a mamachari bicycle, complete with a child seat attached to the front. Though she had remained faithful to her husband since marriage, never involving herself with anyone else until now, in that moment, as she made a phone call about her child's cram school, she seemed to deliberately display her role as a mother. Her sense of shame, combined with her genuine affection, created an even more erotic atmosphere.