Three years have passed since I got married to Mao. I wanted to have a child as soon as possible for Mao's sake, but time passed without it happening, and I was getting impatient with the lack of progress. I consulted my most trusted manager, Nabeta-san, about my worries, but he kept boasting that he would hit the target if he shot 100% of the time, which made me angry and jealous. Six months later, I came home having forgotten some work documents, and heard my wife and Nabeta-san's voices from the front door, so I immediately hid in the attic...