Peeking through the window, I caught glimpses of the beautiful wife always massaging her breasts in front of the mirror for breast growth. Every day, I secretly watched her until our eyes met! In a panic, I hid and peeked out the window again, only to find the wife's absence and my home's intercom ringing. Opening the door revealed the imposing figure of the neighbor's wife. I braced myself for a scolding, but she surprised me. "You have a habit of peeping into other people's homes, don't you? I'll call the police!" "I'm truly sorry. It was a momentary lapse. I was captivated by your beauty... Please, spare me from the police. I'll do anything..." "Anything? Then will you help me?" "Help you? Yes, with breast growth." Thus began my days of secret affairs, supporting her breast growth under the guise of helping a sexless, fertile wife who had me in her grasp.