The work is going well and I feel good about my boyfriend. There’s something wrong in this apartment where Rei, who is smooth sailing, has moved in. Trust is strung together and passed down to all the men residing here. Daily life is destroyed just by dropping underwear. There are no allies in this mansion. No one helps me when I scream... 'You’re the one pretending, aren't you? Running away is useless.' Irama is chased, suffocated, continuously shooting sperm into the vagina, desperately trying to conceive.