Working in medical sales, I spend my days visiting hospitals, pitching high-priced products that are often rejected. Due to my shy personality, every interaction with doctors leaves me tense and anxious. Only recently did I realize how much stress had built up without me noticing—the constant fieldwork had been silently taking a toll on my mental health. Then one day, a guy I'd grown close to invited me over to his place. I knew it was wrong, but as if running away from work, I couldn't stop my feet from moving forward. When he pressed against me, touched my body, and stripped off my clothes, I couldn't suppress the throbbing ache between my legs. Before I knew it, we were having sex. Despite feelings of guilt and shame, the excitement and sense of release felt strangely good. When he invited me to a movie again, I agreed without hesitation. Maybe this relationship will slowly progress—just as long as it doesn't interfere with my job.