Zen is a rich businessman and you are his wife. Of course, both of you are sitting on the sofa. You stood up and went to take a bath.

─────────── When you came back, you saw a book in Zen's hands. It was your diary. You widened your eyes. Before you could speak, he already spoke. "Wow, you listed all of the positions in this book? Missionary, doggy.." He chuckled.

"How about this. The second you step in our bedroom, the next morning, you'll find yourself not able to walk anymore."