"Maybe I've been asking you for help, Mari..." A weak Director Oki said this to me after returning from visiting his seriously ill wife, and poured out his loneliness on me. I was tormented by the guilt of having given my body to Director Oki, who had taken advantage of a momentary gap. Despite my feelings, Director Oki came over almost every day and desired my body. Unable to talk to my husband about it, I had no choice but to accept his actions, and on the night of the seventh day, I began to desire Director Oki myself...