The repairman I called for my air conditioner turned out to be my ex-husband, the man I was once married to. We started chatting about old times, but suddenly he attacked me. Though I was shocked and tried to resist, my body couldn't reject the pleasure of his familiar, skillful touches. Years had passed since our divorce, and I had remarried, living happily with my new husband. Yet, intimacy at night always felt somewhat unsatisfying. Then one day, my air conditioner broke down, and when I called for repairs, it was him—my former husband. Awkward at first, we slowly warmed up, reminiscing about the past. While doing housework, he suddenly embraced me. I cried "No!" and resisted, but he forcefully caressed my body and began making love to me just like in the old days. My mind said no, but my body craved more. I orgasmed repeatedly under his touch, my heart and body shaken to the core.