Moving to Tokyo for a job, I began an affair with the 40-year-old branch manager at my workplace, a married man with a family. At the time, I had just broken up with my high school boyfriend back home, struggled with work, and felt overwhelmed by loneliness in the big city. That's when the manager invited me, saying, "Let's go out for a nice dinner tonight," and our relationship began. What started as a casual fling gradually consumed me—especially when he whispered, "I'll leave my wife." Three years have passed since then. Despite knowing he's a scumbag, I can't resist his desire, surrendering to his touch again and again. His endless affection slowly claimed my heart, and now my body belongs entirely to him, trapped in his spell.