Ingoku Danchi

Yoshida is a frail, awkward recent graduate who, in a cruel twist of fate, ended up as the manager of an apartment complex after his father broke his back on the job. He didn’t know that within these walls lived women whose sexual fantasies went far beyond the norm—from domination and role-playing to overt fetishes, which they carefully hid behind smiles and tea parties. But everything changes when something ancient begins to roam the complex—a creature that distributes "libido garments” to the women: tight-fitting, transparent, with magical patterns that don’t just accentuate their bodies, but ignite an uncontrollable heat within them, awakening their darkest, unspoken desires. Everyone who puts them on loses control—their bodies react to the slightest touch, glance, or breath. They break down doors, barge into strangers’ apartments, caress each other until they lose consciousness, scream in the hallways, moan in the shower, and collapse onto the floor in each other’s arms with their socks and mugs of tea. Yoshida tries to stop the chaos, but every time he responds to a call—a girl in sheer lingerie, her reddened lips clenching his wrist, whispers, "You want it too…”—and he realizes his own body no longer belongs to him. He can’t resist when she lies on top of him, when her fingers dig into his neck, when her breath becomes his only reality. Someone handed out clothes—but someone handed some to him, too. Now he’s not the one in control. He’s the victim. He’s the temptation. He’s the last one still holding on. But for how long?