I recently fired a woman. She had a pretty face but was plain, wore glasses, and performed poorly at work. However, I liked her masochistic side—I'm a total sadist, after all. A few days after letting her go, misfortune struck me. While working out, I dropped a dumbbell on my foot, fracturing it badly—three months to heal—and was rushed to the hospital. I thought bad karma wouldn't catch up so fast, but at the hospital, an unexpected surprise awaited. There was a nurse who looked exactly like the woman I'd fired. But her personality was completely opposite—she spoke in a dominant, commanding tone, exuding the aura of a full-fledged dominatrix. Though I kept reminding myself I was the sadist here, I found myself drawn to her. Every time we passed each other, wild fantasies surged through my mind—imagining her wielding a whip, striking me while scolding, "Why can't you even do such a simple thing?" Despite being hospitalized, my body began deteriorating. My erection wouldn't subside, and the fantasies wouldn't stop. Thus begins my endless, delusional hospitalization with Akina.