I spend my days humiliating Mr. Kurokawa's wife, who lives next door, in my head as a daily bully. This morning, when I took out the garbage in the morning, I stared at Mrs. Kurokawa's peach buttocks, where her underwear line was slightly transparent, from her unprotected loungewear-style clothes. It seems that she doesn't notice my obscene gaze at all, and the Momojiri Married Woman smiles gently all the way.
