Misako stands at the podium, attempting to deliver her lesson with professional composure. But she feels it, that heavy, unwavering gaze from across the room. It belongs to her son, Majime, a college student who should be taking notes but is instead consuming her with his eyes. She tries to avoid his stare, to move naturally behind the lectern, but it’s no use. He anticipates her every step.
Before she can process the escalation, she finds herself cornered in a restroom stall. Majime stands before her, unflinching, presenting his arousal as if daring her to look away. Misako’s mind races. His fixation is spiraling out of control, and she knows she must intervene.
Her solution? Rekindle the intimacy with her long-neglected husband. She reasons that if Majime sees they happy, affectionate, connected, it might remind him of their roles as a family. It’s a desperate plan, but it’s all she has.
So, one night, beside her sleeping husband, Misako attempts to demonstrate marital affection. But the gesture backfires catastrophically. The very intimacy intended to save her becomes the stage for Majime’s ultimate advances. “N-no, not here,” she protested. The thing is, her body is betraying her.
