How did things end up like this...? I've been married to my wife, Mio, for three years. Working as a magazine editor, I was entrusted with an important project: a special feature page featuring a famous male model (Reiya) and photographer, Mr. Oshima. However, on the day of the shoot, the female model became unreachable. Although a replacement was found, it turned out she would be significantly delayed. Seeing my predicament, Mr. Oshima instructed me to use Mio as the female model instead. Still unconvinced, I called Mio to the set. Suddenly, Mr. Oshima became extremely cheerful, and the shoot gradually escalated. In an irresistible atmosphere, the relationship between husband and wife began to quietly, yet surely, distort—.
