Ah, NTR. My husband's dead corner is smashing decatin and holding my voice with a red face.

The theme of particularity "voice tolerance" .... One day, when I was living a peaceful life with my fifth-year wife, Riemann decided to have a drink at home with a man named Mr. Ikeda, a craftsman who had been dispatched to work on the exterior wall of our house. Mr. Ikeda, a craftsman who has the smell of sake in his wife who usually says that she is a full-time housewife and her shoulders and hips are easily tired, will do "massage right behind the sofa where I sit". A voice-bearing NTR drama that sticks to the whole work "Death Point"!