Asahi and I, married a few years, enjoy a good life—she’s a housewife, I’m a magazine editor. I love photography and keep her picture on my desk for motivation. My boss, Ikeda, was stunned by her beauty. He invited famous photographer Toshiki Sayama for our magazine, and I got to work with him. Sayama’s known for artistic nudes, and our company contracted him for that. Excited, I prepped hard. But on shoot day, our model vanished. Unable to find a replacement with Sayama already there, Ikeda, fearing his anger, made me call Asahi to model. The shoot went fine, but seeing the male model too close to her pissed me off. I told her to skip the next session, but she insisted it was for my job and just art, so she went. Watching her naked in another man’s arms, his hands all over her, I vowed she’d stop. She agreed, but I trusted her, unaware she secretly returned, doing even lewder things without me there.