One day, returning home from shopping, I was suddenly struck by an intense urge to urinate and rushed toward the toilet inside my house. To my shock, the neighborhood association chairman was waiting there, holding a garbage bag. I tried to push past him and desperately headed for the entrance, but struggled to take off my shoes. Unable to hold it any longer, I started leaking urine. The chairman saw my helpless state, leaving me overwhelmed with deep humiliation and shame. Since then, he has been toying with my body, taking pleasure in watching me lose control of my bladder—as if he truly enjoys every moment of it.