Overview

It has been a month since my father-in-law passed away and I moved into this empty house with my husband. I had gotten used to living here and found it comfortable, but my husband was getting really fed up with the frequent calls from the neighborhood association. Then, on the day my husband left for a two-night, three-day business trip, the neighborhood chairman suddenly came to visit. When I was shown a secret camera photo of me comforting myself alone, I realized that masochism was lurking in my heart, and with a fearless smile on my face, he held out a collar and hemp rope in front of me...