A night just for the wife next door and the other person

As a painter and a living, I have made a promise to draw a picture of Hikari, a married woman next door whom I secretly admire. However, unfortunately, on the day I was looking forward to it, Typhoon No. 16 hit the spot directly. The train stopped and it was raining so hard that my wife couldn't get home from work. And just as he was about to give up, Hikari came, wet and wet. Hikari's wet, see-through underwear reminded me of the words "Rain of Blessings."