A few years ago, before I got married, I worked at a certain ○○○ company. I attended a regular drinking party that the company held. As the night went on and people drank more, the managing director sat next to me and started acting aggressively toward me, more openly than usual. He had always made me uncomfortable with his inappropriate comments, but when drunk, his behavior got even worse. He whispered in my ear, saying lewd things like "I'm getting turned on" and "Can I touch your breasts?" He was an excellent worker who exerted strong pressure on his subordinates, yet during parties, he completely disregarded others and acted however he pleased. He didn't just target me—he started doing the same to other female employees, and the atmosphere of the party gradually changed. The bar had private tatami-style tables with sunken floors, so at first, he repeatedly touched inside my skirt without anyone noticing. I felt extremely uncomfortable and kept running to the bathroom whenever things got too intense. Other employees clearly noticed what was happening, and one by one, the married women began leaving. Eventually, I was left alone, and the managing director’s actions grew bolder. He lifted my skirt and started groping me over my underwear. Maybe because of the alcohol, I started feeling strange—my head spun, and I began having sexual thoughts. The male employees around us were aware of what was happening, and the conversation shifted in that direction. They started a game to guess the size of my breasts. Those who guessed correctly were encouraged to grope my chest over my sweater, and three men actually did it while laughing. The managing director wrapped his arms around my back as if hugging me, demonstrating how to grope a woman’s breasts, lifting and squeezing them from below. The other men enjoyed watching, whistling and cheering excitedly. Then, the managing director pulled up my sweater. I resisted, but I couldn't match his strength and was completely helpless. Drunk and weak, I was soon left with only my bra as he began groping my bare breasts. When he pinched my nipples with his left hand, I nearly let out a moan I’d been trying to suppress. Eventually, the bar announced last orders, and finally, I was released—the party was over. The managing director said vaguely, "This was just a party game," but the other employees left while smirking at me...