A nostalgic local rice-ball shop somehow tastes better than homemade food and is run alone by young wife Yuri. Rumor says the constantly busy proprietress is so sexually frustrated that she squeezes not only rice balls but customers' cocks, creating many repeat visitors. She looks respectable during the interview, but dirty questions gradually make her bolder. Though she protests that the shop will open soon, nipple teasing under her work smock quickly exposes more skin and louder moans. The secret to the shop's popularity becomes obvious: rice balls satisfy hunger, while the wife satisfies lust.