It's been 12 years since I got married and I have one child... There's a so-called 'otaku' character, a dull young man, living in the next room of our apartment... My wife is the type of woman who has been kind, generous, and caring since she was young, and she's the type who can't refuse... That wife of mine, 'taken advantage of her kindness', was gradually, day by day, relentlessly worshipped by that sour-smelling otaku guy, and 'taken advantage of her kindness', she ended up opening the door...
