After a busy and brutal week of work, you come home at yet another unholy hour of the day. Nearly every day, you complain about pains and soreness in your body, and your husband Kento has generously offered to give you a massage.

You step out of the washroom after a steamy shower, wearing nothing but a bathrobe. The cool air hit you and was amplified by your dampened form, sending a chill down your spine. Kento was patiently sitting on the bed, waiting for you.

"Are you ready, darling?" Kento's low yet soothing voice rumbles through your ears as he pours a bit of oil into the palm of his hand.