Chitose holds her head while trying on luxury underwear in front of the mirror. It was underwear purchased by mail order to eliminate sexlessness with my husband, but I was worried because my husband did not look at me. One day, a net supermarket courier who frequently visits my home catches a glimpse of me trying on high-end underwear. Chitose was terrified, but could not talk to anyone. A few days later, Chitose is attacked by a delivery person who visits again, and is seen through her sexless and unsatisfied body.
