Three years into her marriage, Sayuri has no children yet. She works as a nurse at a nearby hospital, busy with her daily duties while still cherishing family time. Her relationship with her husband is considered excellent, often praised by neighbors as "a loving couple." However, according to Sayuri herself, their intimate life has nearly disappeared, and they've become little more than a facade couple maintaining appearances. With mounting stress and sexual frustration, she struggles to suppress her growing desires. What begins to stir her passion is gentle touching, especially caresses on her full breasts. At such moments, she casts a guilty glance toward her husband, resisting weakly with a "No! Stop!" Yet this resistance only excites her further, gradually breaking down her emotional barriers. Soon, her flushed body trembles, writhing in ecstasy—gentle and seductive like an angel. Drooling, she clings to my body hungrily, her smile resembling that of someone craving affection. Holding her close, I feel her heart and body slowly becoming one with mine.