Category: Netorareta Bakunyuu Tsuma-tachi

Our focus is on Hitomi, a woman whose existence, to any outside observer, was the very picture of curated perfection. She was the epitome of a dedicated housewife, her home a sanctuary of order and elegance. Yet, within those pristine walls, a deep and aching silence had taken root. The marriage she had built her life upon had grown cold, the emotional chasm between her and her detached husband widening into an uncrossable void.
Her sense of self, once firmly anchored in duty and propriety, began to dissolve under the immense weight of this neglected need for connection. She was a vessel slowly emptying, a magnificent sports car forever idling in a garage, its potential for joy and speed utterly wasted.

This fragile equilibrium was shattered by the arrival of an unexpected guest who came to stay with them for a time, it was her husband’s relative. His presence introduced a contrasting energy into the stagnant household. Where her husband was distant, this new figure was observant; where her husband was cold, he seemed genuinely attuned to the subtle frequencies of emotion. He perceived the profound sadness she worked so diligently to conceal behind a facade of competent composure.

He suggested a massage to help her relax. To a woman stranded in an emotional desert, this gesture felt like a offered cup of cool water. It was a moment of warmth in her profound loneliness wife-life.

She is now in a powerful current of guilt, a secret she must desperately keep from a husband who remains oblivious to the tectonic shifts occurring within his own home.