It's been a month since my father-in-law passed away and moved to this vacant house with my husband. She got used to living here and felt her livability, but her husband was very tired of the frequent contacts from the neighborhood association. Then, on the day her husband went on a business trip for two nights and three days, the chairman of the neighborhood suddenly visited. I was shown a voyeur photo that I was comforting alone, and when masochism was lurking in my heart, I presented a collar and a hemp rope in front of me with a fearless smile.