A layman with four tatami mats and half-live nakade (18)

Whenever I pass in front of my wife's house, I always delve into her despair. It's a wonderful house, isn't it? What is your husband doing? It's a sin to be scolded by a man like me, isn't it? you're jealous, aren't you? the smell of your wife's manko... I'm sorry. My champagne is at its root... you can't make a voice...