I met my husband two years ago. At the time, I worked as an office clerk at a small automotive parts manufacturing company. One day, a salesman visited the office and fell head over heels for me, pursuing me passionately. Gradually, my heart began to waver. Our relationship developed, eventually leading to marriage. My husband adored me endlessly, and I was satisfied with his affection. However, after marriage, his love grew even more intense. Worried about me working outside, he wanted me to quit my job and stay confined at home. I didn't have strong attachments to my work anyway, and had already been considering dedicating myself to being a housewife. Around that time, the son of a company executive joined as a new employee. Abusing his father's influence, he acted however he pleased, causing chaos around the office. As his senior, I was assigned to supervise him. Slowly, I found myself drawn to him. Unlike my husband, his youthful passion excited me, and eventually we became physically involved. At first, he threatened to expose me to my husband, forcing me into the relationship against my will. But I soon fell completely for his unique charm, something my husband could never offer. I could no longer find satisfaction in my life with my husband. Then one day, my husband proposed something new: "Do an AV." Hesitant at first, I found myself captivated by his words—and nodded in agreement.