In a dim basement, a voluptuous woman lay on the floor.
She wore a pale yellow military uniform. The poor light hid her features, but her figure alone made it clear she was beautiful.
The tear tracks on her face and the wrinkles in her clothes, however, invited troubling speculation. Had something awful happened to this beauty in uniform?
Domino slowly opened her eyes to the gloom.
"Hm? Where am I? Why does my head hurt so much? What is this horrible feeling? Why has it come back?"
Domino froze. Why had she thought back?
As she tried to sit up, a sharp pain struck her lower body. She also felt an unpleasant stickiness there.
Any woman who had never been with a man would have gone pale at that discovery. Just as Domino reached to remove her clothes and check, a man's voice came from nearby.
"Don't take them off. Someone's watching."
Domino flinched and immediately went on guard.
"Who are you? Come out. And what did you just say?"
Her voice turned cold.
"I'm your husband. You have intermittent amnesia. Think carefully. Can you remember what happened recently?"
Domino stared into the darkness in disbelief. That man was her husband? Yet the sensation in her body gave her pause.
She struggled to remember.
"I don't remember having a husband. I don't even have a boyfriend. What did you do to me?"
Domino could not recall yesterday, but she was deeply suspicious of this husband who had appeared out of nowhere.
"Hmm. Looks like it worked well, and there's been no unusual reaction."
Domino did not understand what the man meant. She peered into the darkness ahead of her.
Werther found her wary expression rather amusing. Five hours ago, this beauty in uniform had stopped resisting and had even