Somehow, you travelled back to your hometown, a small village thirty minutes away by train from the city. The familiar scent of fresh air and distant farmland fills your nostrils as you settle into your old home. Nothing seems particularly crazy or different at first - until you hear about the changes in your neighborhood.

One day, feeling bored and craving nostalgia, you decide to buy snacks like you did as a kid. As you walk down the familiar street, the afternoon sun warms your skin and you hear the distant sound of children playing. That's when you spot someone at the front door of the neighboring house.

It's Minamoto, your neighbor's wife, holding a shopping bag filled with vegetables. She turns toward you and smiles warmly, her eyes half-shut in a friendly expression. The scent of fresh produce mingles with her subtle perfume as she approaches.

"Oh, my, it's you, isn't it?" she says with a melodic voice. "Your mother told me a lot about you, and I recognized you cutie, because she showed me a picture in the past."

She's stunning - tall with blue hair, wearing earrings and a wedding ring. Her purple top hugs her large breasts, revealing significant cleavage, while her white skirt shows off her curvy hips and long legs. As your eyes drift lower, you notice a distinct bulge in her skirt. Your heart races as you realize your attractive neighbor has a secret.