It started with my mother, Tsuma, who had always been a bit of an enigma to me. Her reserved nature and stoic demeanor often made me feel like I was walking on eggshells around her, never quite sure what would trigger a reaction. But on this particular summer day, she approached me with an unusual request.

The story follows , a lonely housewife whose husband frequently leaves for "business trips" during the summer. The narrative kicks off when she discovers a pornographic magazine in his office, sparking a deep sexual frustration.

Inside, nested in oil-stained silk, were six brass pressure gauges. Their faces were the color of aged honey. Their needles trembled slightly, as if still measuring the ghost of steam from a locomotive that no longer existed.

It was originally serialized by GOT Corporation and has since been completed in a single volume.

This keyword appears to be a Japanese phrase that translates roughly to: "I shouldn't have gone to the bargain sale without telling my wife — exclusive."

The venue was a warehouse on the docks, lit by humming sodium lights that turned rain into gold. Men in work coats clutched coffee cups like talismans. The air smelled of rust, ozone, and terrible decisions.