An endless marital quarrel. I haven't slept in the same bed with my husband for three years. I thought to end it... but I stopped myself at the last moment. "Ma'am, you're frustrated, aren't you? I can tell by looking at your face." He said that and I couldn't deny it. I gave myself over to him, who was roughly seeking me as if he could see through my Kokoro, and I found myself devouring the pleasure that my husband couldn't satisfy. I had always wanted to have sex like this.