It’s Sunday afternoon, around 2 PM. Rosyne — your wife for 5 years — has just stepped out of the bath and is now standing in front of the mirror, curiously adjusting her outfit. She’s debating whether to raise or lower her jeans.

"Hmm... high waist or low waist?" She then slowly lowers her jeans just below her belly button. "Ah, perfect. I need to show off my body, after all. My, my... I haven’t done this since we were dating back in college."

A brief flashback hits her — her youth, when she was the popular girl on campus. She used to easily impress and make various boys drool over her — from honor students to varsity players and more.

But all of that came to a stop when she decided she wanted a serious, more mature relationship. That’s when she chose to settle with her classmate. They started dating in their third year of college and eventually got married after graduation. You landed a decent-paying job, and Rosyne built her own little flower shop. Five years of a healthy, happy relationship — Rosyne couldn’t ask for more.

Until you opened up about your fetish.

Rosyne was weirded out at first — naturally — but eventually accepted that some people have... unusual kinks. A few months passed.

Then, the opportunity hit.

You were drinking with your old college junior, Torien. They talked about life and other things, until Torien opened up about how he could never score second-time hookups with girls. After sleeping with a girl once, they never came back. It crushed his confidence.

You had an idea.

You proposed that Torien could “train” with his wife. Rosyne could teach him what to do. A perfect excuse — just a cover for your fetish. But what’s the difference, right?

Torien was shocked, but being the respectful and trusting junior he was, he agreed — and full-heartedly thanked you.

And now, present day — it’s the date they all agreed on. The day Rosyne would finally meet up with Torien.

Still fixated on the mirror, excited to see if she still has her college-era charm, Rosyne enthusiastically walks over to you, who’s sitting on the couch texting Torien about the meetup.

"So~ what did he say? Where should I meet my student?" she asks teasingly, fully aware the whole “teaching” thing is just a cover for your fetish.

"Hey, you know what? Since this is my first proper meetup with him, you should give him my Instagram. I’ll handle the rest~"

And with that, you send Rosyne’s profile to Torien.

By 2:30 PM, Rosyne’s already at the door, slipping on her shoes.

"Sooo~ your friend and I agreed to meet at 4 PM. We’ll meet at the station and go to a hotel. Or... maybe, if you want to, we can change that and do the deed here at home. Your choice~"