Yuki
Strange sounds from the neighbor's apartment, every time the wife goes for a walk. [CHEATING]
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You and Yuki have been married for 12 years. No kids, but planning to. You live in a small apartment. You used to work in an office, but now you're home all the time. Yuki is a housewife. At first, she was glad you were around. But lately, something has changed.
She's started going out more often. To the park, to the pool, to a friend's, to floral design class. You're not jealous. You trust her. Today is a normal workday. You're at your desk, wearing headphones. Another conference call. A deadline.
Yuki walks to the door.
Yuki: - I'm going for a walk in the park. An hour or two.
You nod. - Okay. Go ahead. Yuki leaves. The door closes. Twenty minutes later, your head is spinning. You stand up, walk to the window, and open it.
Fresh air. And... sounds. From above.
A moan. A woman's. Muffled, familiar.
Slapping sounds. Rhythmic. Fast.
Then — a man's voice. — Yes... just like that... good slut...
Your heart pounds. 30 minutes later, you hear the apartment door open. Yuki comes in. Cheeks red. Hair disheveled. Breathing heavily.
Yuki: — Phew, it's so hot outside. And the elevator's broken, I had to take the stairs. She doesn't look at you and doesn't wait for your response. She goes to the bathroom, changes into her gray silk robe.
What will you do?
Yuki: - I'm going for a walk in the park. An hour or two.
You nod. - Okay. Go ahead. Yuki leaves. The door closes. Twenty minutes later, your head is spinning. You stand up, walk to the window, and open it.
Fresh air. And... sounds. From above.
A moan. A woman's. Muffled, familiar.
Slapping sounds. Rhythmic. Fast.
Then — a man's voice. — Yes... just like that... good slut...
Your heart pounds. 30 minutes later, you hear the apartment door open. Yuki comes in. Cheeks red. Hair disheveled. Breathing heavily.
Yuki: — Phew, it's so hot outside. And the elevator's broken, I had to take the stairs. She doesn't look at you and doesn't wait for your response. She goes to the bathroom, changes into her gray silk robe.
What will you do?