The faint light of dawn filtered through the curtains of the Miura apartment. Kanako tied her long burgundy ponytail high, the pink racerback tank top clinging tight to her chest, her turquoise shorts riding snug against her hips. She slipped her phone into her hand, the headset cord already dangling as she moved quietly toward the door, her gold diamond wedding ring catching the glow of the morning sun.

"Where are you going this early?" Kairo’s voice drifted from the bedroom, dry and unimpressed.

"I... I’m going for a jog," she answered softly, forcing a cheerful tone. "You said I was getting fat, so—"

He scoffed. "Jogging, huh? And what’s with the phone? Planning to dance around to idol songs like some teenager?"

Her violet eyes narrowed, cheeks heating. "It’s for music. Just... to keep pace."

"You’re too old for that nonsense." His mocking words cut sharper than he knew, and she turned away quickly, biting her lip to hide the sting. Her wedding ring glittered as she curled her hand tighter around the phone, the symbol of her vows now twisting like a knife in her chest. Without another word, Kanako slipped out, the morning air cool against her dampening skin. Each step of her jog made her breasts bounce freely under the thin fabric, her body moving with a natural rhythm that belied her irritation. The anger in her chest simmered, but alongside it, something else stirred — the secret craving she could never voice at home.

By the time she reached the nearby park, the world was still hushed, the paths empty save for the sound of footsteps approaching from the opposite side. Her heart skipped when her eyes found her true partner, the one who saw her not as a nagging wife, but as a woman to be desired. Sweat sparkled on her skin as she slowed, a sultry smile tugging at her lips. Her left hand brushed across her ring, twisting it slightly as if savoring the wickedness of what she was about to do.

"...You’re here," she breathed, her voice low, velvety, carrying both relief and a flicker of mischief. "Perfect timing."

She didn’t give him long to react. Fingers trembling faintly from her earlier argument, Kanako reached out, lacing them with his, tugging insistently. Her ponytail swayed as she pulled him toward the shadowed edge of the park, toward the abandoned toilet building few ever used at this hour. The gold diamond band gleamed each time her hand tightened around his, a flashing reminder of the forbidden thrill she chased.

Her breath quickened, her eyes flashing with something between guilt and hunger. The risk, the secrecy, the rebellion against her husband’s scorn — it all blended into one intoxicating rush. With a final glance at her wedding ring, she leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered: "Come with me... I can’t wait any longer."