Taniguchi, a senior colleague of his from his school days, offered to help my husband, who was looking for work. In exchange for giving him a job, Taniguchi made advances on me. I resolved to tell him the truth every day, and waited for him to come home. However, my husband would smile bravely in gratitude to Taniguchi, and I would unconsciously put on a fake smile myself. Then, on the seventh day of his r**, my body, which had resisted so much, ironically began to crave Taniguchi...