Misaki Kanna, the wife of a giant man who was sitting at home just after his departure from work and staring at her husband's sperm that had accumulated during imprisonment, was blown up by many shots until dawn.

My husband, who was highly appreciated by the company's assessment, gave me a fine-grained celebratory cup at his izakaya in front of the station on his way home from work. Ikeda, who happened to be drinking in the next seat, met with a sluggish middle-aged man called Ikeda, and he invited him to his home saying, "Yes, if you like, Mr. Ikeda, why don't we retake it later?" Is it okay?" "Well then, don't hesitate." In fact, the man named Ikeda was a giant beast-like man who had just been released after six years in prison that day.