Five years into my marriage, I realized my husband had completely lost interest in me, and I had long stopped expecting anything from him. In that emptiness, craving to be desired, I began posting selfies on social media. Even though I was invisible in real life, the sensation of being watched gave me an inexplicable thrill that tightened my chest. Before I knew it, I was addicted. Eventually, a man named Kurata discovered my identity. Trembling with fear and anxiety, I faced him—yet he saw through to the deepest, hidden desire I had buried inside: the longing to be watched. He opened Pandora's box, awakening a part of me I never knew existed.