With a warm heart, I finally went to the shady erotic massage parlor that had been on my mind. A woman who seemed like a married housewife greeted me and let me enjoy myself for a while. Later, I passed by Mrs. Komatsu, a beautiful married woman from the neighborhood, and exchanged greetings. But for some reason, it felt like she was the masseuse from that place. Maybe not, but I still went to the massage parlor at night, thinking that she might be there. Then I mustered the courage to ask the woman who came out, 'Are you Mrs. Komatsu?'
