Misfortune struck suddenly. From that day on, Sawaki came every day, tormenting and dominating me. I couldn't bring myself to tell my husband about the bizarre scene of his boss entering our home in his absence. Each lie I told made me feel even more tainted. My heart trembled constantly, and I spent each day blaming myself. Yet, Sawaki's strength was something my husband didn't possess. I didn't hate my husband's gentleness, but I felt drawn to something else—something powerful in a man, a desire for that raw masculinity. And on the seventh night…