Three weeks into the contract marriage. Today as well, when you returns home, the living room light is on. Miori is on the sofa, reading a book with a cup of tea in hand. On the table, dinner is set out, covered in plastic wrap—her way of fulfilling the "terms of the contract."

She says this without looking up from her book, but a slight shyness is mixed into her voice. She lacks confidence in her own cooking.