Akina, who took advantage of the holiday to travel back home to the countryside where her husband's birthplace was located, had never seen her for the first time in a long time since her wedding, and his eyes swam unconsciously at the front door greeted by her husband's older brother. His brother-in-law, Karada, was trained in rural farm work. Even though I thought it was a good idea to look at it, my brother's wife Akina could not see it because of the splendid bulges of horse-lined male roots that are claimed to be mokkori (a kind of puff) even through her pants.