Miyuki, a young wife for whom even marital intimacy has become a source of pain. Her world is one of silent endurance, a beautiful cage where “happiness” feels like a script she can no longer read. Then enters Shinsuke, a man who saw her only as his superior’s elegant wife, until a moment of raw, vulnerable weakness on her part sparks something dangerous within him.
In a whirlwind of reckless impulse, he crosses a line that cannot be uncrossed. The aftermath is a storm of guilt that should anchor him to reality. But here’s the haunting twist: that guilt itself becomes just another feeling to be overwritten by the addictive pull of their secret encounters. For Shinsuke, the shame of betraying his boss is drowned out by a consuming need to possess Miyuki all over again.
And Miyuki? In the arms of the man she once saw merely as an earnest subordinate, she finds a potent escape. With each encounter, she loses herself, not in love, but in a crescendo of sensation so overwhelming it temporarily erases her bleak reality. She isn’t moving toward something, but fervently away—from her pain, her marriage, herself.
They become locked in a desperate cycle, using each other’s bodies as a shield against the world. But stories like these are built on unstable ground.
