As the manager of an esthetic salon, I was busy with daily operations when one day I suddenly became aware of a gaze fixed on my back—a gaze that wasn't imaginary, but very real. I first realized it when someone peeked at me unexpectedly during work. From then on, I began noticing that this stare was constantly upon me from somewhere. The one responsible was Saezawa, a regular customer who had always shown interest in me. He confessed his feelings one day, revealing the affection he'd long held. In response, I gave in to his emotions and let him rape me. At that moment, I truly believed his feelings were genuine.