As a single salaryman living in distress every day, I spent my days constantly humiliating the wife of Mr. Kurokawa, who lives next door, in my mind with daily gossip. This morning, as usual during the morning trash disposal, I discreetly ogled at Mrs. Kurokawa's peach-shaped buttocks, faintly visible through her negligee-like attire, while trying not to be noticed. Unaware of my lecherous gaze, the peach-bottomed wife continued to smile at me with utmost kindness...
