After a few years of living together, he was used to quarreling with his wife, and it had been three weeks since she returned to her parents' house. While I was complaining alone, I received a phone call from Hibiki, my childhood friend. We had been talking about meeting after a long time, so I invited Hibiki to my house. While immersed in memories, I pushed Hibiki down out of frustration. Kissing is not good; but what if it was something else? When asked, he neither denied nor affirmed with a red face. And if it was only 3 cm, then it was not cheating and a distorted infidelity relationship began.
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