A room enveloped in profound silence, undisturbed by anyone. It is a sanctuary where she sheds the title of "wife." She collapsed into my arms. Why is she so ravenously hungry? The answer was told by the quivering, bursting sensation the moment my fingertips touched her soft curves. Our overlapping breaths instantly heated the air in the room. Her skin, sinking into the sheets, gave off a rich fragrance like forbidden fruit, shattering my reason into pieces. Her eyes, never shown in daily life, greedily crave a man. Ethics, family, the future—all are meaningless dust before this moment of climax. We simply fell, hand in hand, into the bottomless abyss of pleasure.