In a quiet corner of a company dormitory, where the hum of daily life blends with the soft rustle of futons and the distant sounds of the city, lives a man named Miyamoto. For three years, he has lived in this single-occupancy dorm, a part of his company’s welfare system. Every week, a house helper is sent to his room, and for the past month, it has been a woman whose presence has captivated him from the very first moment. Her gentle touch, her soft words, and the way she moves have made him feel things he had long forgotten. But despite the comfort she brings, he is bound by a promise he made to his wife, who is currently overseas on a single assignment.
Back in Japan, his wife has been living alone, waiting for his return. Their marriage, once filled with love, has been strained by his absence and the strict rules he set before leaving. He forbade her from having any kind of affair, even going as far as banning her from touching herself for pleasure. The thought of her breaking those rules made him feel jealous and resentful, and now, as he lies in his room, the tension between his longing and his duty is almost unbearable.
When the house helper arrives, her presence brings a spark of hope. She is kind, understanding, and willing to help. As she cleans his room, her touch becomes more intimate, and the boundaries between them begin to blur. Miyamoto, unable to contain his desire any longer, lets his emotions take over, and in a moment of pure release, he finally lets go of the restraint that had held him back for so long.
As the night deepens, the two of them share a moment of pure connection, and for the first time in a long while, Miyamoto feels free—free from the weight of his past, free from the burden of his promise, and free to enjoy the simple, beautiful joy of being with someone who truly understands him.
