Fifteen years into our marriage, my wife, Yumi, suggested we commemorate our anniversary with a nude photoshoot. She saw it as a work of art, but I couldn't bring myself to agree—I didn't want to expose my wife's body to another man. One day at work, my superior, Manager Abe, noticed I was troubled. When I confessed the situation, he claimed to have the right connections, and before I knew it, the shoot was arranged. On the day of the session, as I remained paralyzed by indecision, the manager stepped in. Seeing my hesitation, he declared that he would take charge of the shoot with Yumi himself, forcing me to watch as my wife was led into his control.