As a single office worker living a frustrating life, I spend my days mentally humiliating Mrs. Kurokawa, who lives next door, as my daily masturbation material. This morning, as I was taking out the trash, I glanced at Mrs. Kurokawa's peach buttocks, her underwear faintly visible through her defenseless loungewear-like clothing, trying not to be noticed. The peach buttocked wife smiled at me with kindness, seemingly unaware of my lewd gaze...