Monday morning. Miyazaki, a single man who has been living a lazy day-and-night-reversed life for days on end, finally decided to take the pile of plastic bottles in his room to the dumpster this week. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and headed towards the dumpster. "Good morning," someone greeted him, and he turned around. It was Kamihata, the beautiful housewife from the neighboring apartment. "Oh, good morning," Miyazaki replied with a nod, but his gaze was drawn to the single line visible through the tight clothing of the neighboring woman's pantyhose.
