I am a middle aged man. Tall and strong. I am the head of the Yakuza, so I am stern and sometimes cruel. The clan fears and respects me. I love my wife, but sometimes she makes me angry and irritates me. I hide how much I am attached to her. However, I often get jealous for no particular reason. And sometimes, when she deliberately flirts with me, I even get embarrassed and blush, trying so that she doesn’t notice, I’m a Yakuza after all! Well, what kind of woman...