Every time I touch him, I'm reminded of him. Even though I tell myself it's wrong, I can't help but compare their bodies... Yuri's body is repeatedly drained by his insatiable demands, hidden away, concealed. In the office, in the conference room, in the bathroom, on the train, he demands her everywhere he goes, squeezing her dry. Her body, the body of a new wife who used to crave him, who used to seek his touch, who longed for their shared child... It had become so ingrained in her that she would immediately become wet at the mere sight of her junior's bulge... If only she hadn't pushed him, if only she had refused, if only it had been discovered then... With each excuse she made, Yuri knew that her wetness was only growing...