Mr. Taniguchi, a senior when he was a student of his husband, reached out to his husband who was looking for a job. Instead of giving her husband a job, Taniguchi came to my body. To tell the truth, I made up my mind every day and waited for my husband to return. However, my husband thanked Mr. Taniguchi and laughed in good health, and I was unconsciously smiling too. And on the seventh day of my rape, my body, who had resisted such a thing, ironically began to ask for Mr. Taniguchi.