After getting married, it has been a year since I started living with my husband's family. Five years ago, we lost my mother-in-law, and my father-in-law retired early to focus on his kendo hobby. The three of us live together: my robust and manly father-in-law, my meticulous and slender husband, who don't resemble each other at all. In this happy life, the only dissatisfaction is that my serious husband sees sex as merely a means for procreation, so I can only get bland intercourse. And on that day too, after making a baby, while comforting myself in the bathroom, I was seen by my father-in-law…
