Tonight, I met again with the married woman who passionately requested to appear, leaving the city center behind to enjoy a date in a quiet, secluded spot without worrying about prying eyes. Elegant and refined, Miss Aoyama carried herself with a graceful charm that seemed at odds with the word "affair," brightening our time together with a constant, cheerful smile. Yet, midway through our journey, she quietly confessed with a lonely gaze, "I'm just my husband's servant," and looked at me with moist eyes, softly pleading for me to treat her gently, like a lover—even if it was just pretend. Deeply moved by her sincere emotions, I found myself drawn even further into her allure.