Enter Shinsuke, her husband’s subordinate. He once saw her only as the graceful, unattainable wife of his superior, an object of distant admiration. But witnessing a glimpse of her vulnerability, a crack in her perfect facade, triggers something reckless. In a whirlwind of impulse, he crosses a line he can never uncross. He takes her away, and in a fever of excitement, he tries to overwrite the reality of who they both are.
Shinsuke is nearly crushed by the weight of what he’s done, he has “stolen” his boss’s wife. Yet, even that crushing reality seems to be consumed by a new, relentless need for Miyuki. His own shame is overwritten, again and again, by a deepening obsession.
And what of Miyuki? In Shinsuke, she finds a shocking escape. The man she once saw only as an earnest subordinate is now someone of boundless, focused passion. With him, she can drown out the silent ache of her existence. She loses herself, her body moving not with love, but with a fervent need to flee from reality itself. Together, they sink into a world of fleeting, physical pleasure, a temporary shelter from their separate pains.
What appears before two people who drown themselves in momentary pleasure?
