It's been three years since I got married, and I've been able to afford to live, and I thought I'd entered a period of malaise in a good way. At that time, Yuki said that she wanted to go to an English conversation class invited by a friend. I thought it would be painful to spend all day alone at home, so I gave it a light feeling. However, when I was shown a picture of the English conversation class I started attending, I saw Yuki who wasn't completely satisfied with the excessive skinship of Roberto, a black teacher who put his hand on Yuki's shoulder and touched it sticky.

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