The rice farmer's wife, hidden behind her veil, watches her husband's eyes linger on the new maid. Jealousy churns within her as she sees him fantasize about the maid's youthful curves and innocent eyes. One day, she catches them in the barn, his hands on the maid's breasts, the maid's breath hitching as she begs for more. The farmer's wife feels a pang of betrayal, but also a spark of curiosity. She watches, unseen, as her husband fulfills the maid's desires, his thick, calloused hands exploring her untouched body, making her cry out in pleasure, her virginity lost in a haze of taboo lust.