It's been a month since my father-in-law passed away and I moved into this vacant house with my husband. I've gotten used to life here and found it easy to live here, but my husband was getting fed up with the frequent calls from the neighborhood association. Then, on the day my husband left for a three-day business trip, the head of the neighborhood association came to visit me out of nowhere. He showed me a secretly taken photo of me masochizing alone, and with a fearless smile, he handed me a collar and hemp rope, saying that I have masochism in Kokoro...