the rainstorm, my wife's sister and two nights alone.

Three days have passed since his wife left the house due to a minor quarrel between couples. In recent years, due to the approach of a large typhoon I have seen in rare cases, I have already become more worried than angry. A few hours later, the chime rang. When I opened the entrance door with a suppression of disappointment, my wife's younger sister Tsubasa stood standing wet rather than her wife. she came to care about me, but her hair was soaked... rainwater dripping from the jeep... I couldn't get my eyes off the wet underwear frost.