In the afternoon, somewhere in Suginami Ward, a married woman is walking with her baby in a stroller. She gently smiles as she pushes the stroller, leaving a wonderfully warm impression. Her smile, directed at the infant, is pure and radiant, evoking a sense of innocence, almost childlike. It stirs a quiet nostalgia, making one wonder if they’ve ever experienced such a time themselves. Yet, it’s true what they say—environment can drive a person mad. Now, after laying her down, all that fills my mind is how I’m going to defile her. Smiling innocently, I approach under the guise of offering a drink sample, shifting the blame entirely onto the situation—“It’s not my fault, the environment made me do it.” She drinks it without suspicion, gulping it down, her actions resembling someone helplessly succumbing to temptation. The setup is complete. On her way home, she collapses, panting and aroused, and I collect her right there. Straight to the fuck room. Her body is now in a complete trance—every touch sends waves of pleasure through her. Her eyes glazed over, she orgasms violently, repeatedly. Then, finally, the long-awaited postpartum virgin fuck. Before me, the woman writhes, her big tits bouncing wildly. I mercilessly creampie her, again and again. Drool drips from her lips as she lies there, utterly unaware, uncomprehending. Even with rough handling, she’s still twitching after it’s over. This is the private recording of a pathetic man, corrupted not just in character but in sexual desire. Among Japanese couples suffering from sexless marriages, perhaps the woman pushing the stroller is secretly craving a cock.