I'm a housewife living peacefully with my grass-eating salaryman husband. One day, while doing repair work in our apartment building, I exchanged greetings with a middle-aged male worker. He was taciturn, manly, and sweaty—your typical blue-collar worker. This housewife, naive about the world, felt an indescribable sense of interest towards him. She kept bothering him while he worked, taking care of him and talking to him. Then one day, she witnessed his impressive bulge during his nap...
