my beautiful aunt, sawamura mahjong.

Five years after we got married, the day of our childless couple started with a breakfast that had no conversation around the same table and was compulsory to have sex without love. From such an empty life, a desire to escape from reality was sought, and he invited his husband's subordinate, Sekimoto, who had been on behalf of him on the anniversary of his marriage. I may have been looking for the meaning of these rude behaviors, which should be called inconspicuousness, to continue their unpleasant marriage.