Masatoko died in an accident, and her husband was widowed. I live in my husband's legacy with nothing but loneliness. As if to fill such a hole in the heart, Masatoko escaped to pleasure and spent her daily life comforting herself. However, the act turned into something that only sought further entertainment, and exposed shame as if it was exposed on the edges of no one in the neighborhood, drunk with pleasure and drowning deep. And one day, at last, Masatoko's jealousy was witnessed by a man in the neighborhood.