Nao, a married woman living next door, received favors from her husband almost every night. I could always hear her moaning, and eventually, I heard her breathless voice with some reconciliatory sex. However, I still preferred Nao-san, who always smiled apologetically. And I heard a couple arguing tonight, but the situation was different this time... When I stepped outside, there was Nao-san, who had been thrown out into the cold wearing light clothing and was sobbing uncontrollably. In a moment of urgency, she trembled in loneliness, and I invited her into my room...