I'd been married to my husband for two years, but my stress had reached its limit due to my hard work, my husband's lack of cooperation with housework, and our lack of sex. One day, as I was sleeping on the last train home as usual, I encountered a molester. When I woke up, the warm semen left on my hand was stronger than my sexual desire, and I masturbated while smelling it. A few days later, I encountered the same molester again, but my anticipation was greater than my fear, and I was no longer able to resist his creeping hand...