Since that day, Yoshino has come every day, tormenting my body. Yet for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to tell my husband. A faint sense of sympathy toward Yoshino gradually began eroding our marriage. Despite his seemingly gentle tone, his actions were cold and relentless. That indifference awakened a hidden desire buried deep within me. No matter how many cold showers I took, the passion wouldn't fade—and on the seventh night, I felt something inside me change.