i, a single salaryman, was spending my days in torment, mentally tormenting the wife of mr. kurokawa, who lives in the next room, as a daily topic of conversation. even this morning, while taking out the trash, i was peeking at the peach-shaped buttocks of mrs. kurokawa, whose underwear lines were faintly visible through her defenseless loungewear, and breathing heavily, trying not to be noticed. it seems she has no idea about my lewd gaze, and the peach-butt married woman keeps smiling kindly at me…
