I live with my husband and his brother. My brother is serious and kind, and he is considerate of me. But my husband... When we first met, he was a very warm- Kokoro person. He was kind to me, even though I had no relatives... Now he spends his days drinking, gambling, and women, and is finally unemployed and spends his days hanging around. Even when my brother lectures him, he gets angry and there's nothing he can do. Then one day, while I was worrying about my husband, who had left the house again today and never returned, I suddenly got a phone call with the news of his death... My husband was involved in an assault incident and died. That's when my life with my brother began. Naturally, our relationship as wife and brother-in-law became one of man and woman, and today we still desire each other...