Fifteen years into our marriage, my wife, Yumi, suggested we commemorate our anniversary with a nude photoshoot. She saw it as a work of art, but I couldn't bring myself to agree—I didn't want to expose my wife's body to another man. One day at work, my superior, Manager Abe, noticed I was troubled. When I confessed the situation, he claimed to have the right connections, and before I knew it, the shoot was arranged. On the day of the session, as I remained paralyzed by indecision, the manager s...