The day after in Shinjuku, afternoon. A married woman pushes a stroller as she takes her baby for a walk. Her gentle smile while pushing the stroller carries a calm demeanor, yet subtly exudes an erotic atmosphere. The pure, soft expression of a mother directed toward her infant deeply moves onlookers, evoking nostalgia—remembering one's own sweet, innocent past. However, environment can be unexpectedly dangerous, and now, after laying this mother down, thoughts creep in about what comes next. It's not my fault—it's the era, it's society. Smiling innocently, I draw closer, pretending to offer a drink sample to close the gap. She drinks it without suspicion. The setup is perfect. On her way home, she collapses, panting heavily in excitement. I pick her up and head straight to the fuck room. Her body is now completely in a trance—touched anywhere, she twitches pleasurably, her eyes vacant as she orgasms intensely over and over. Then comes the long-awaited postpartum virgin fuck. The ritual of deep, squelching penetration into the vaginal depths. Before my eyes, a woman with large breasts swaying as she moans uncontrollably. Ruthless creampie after creampie. Drool drips from her mouth, yet she understands nothing. Rough or not, it's thorough. Her body continues twitching even after it's over, clearly reflecting his twisted sexual desires. Here is recorded the private filming of a pathetic man whose personality and sexuality have both become warped. Among Japanese couples said to suffer from sexless marriages, perhaps the woman pushing the stroller is secretly longing for a cock. This possibility opens up yet another perspective.