I'd been married to my husband for two years, but my stress was reaching its limit due to my demanding work schedule, my husband's uncooperativeness with housework, and our sexless marriage. One day, as I was sleeping on the last train home as usual, I encountered a molester. When I woke up, I found warm semen left on my hand, and my sexual desire overcame my disgust, so I ended up masturbating while smelling it. A few days later, I encountered the molester again, but my anticipation outweighed my fear, and I no longer resisted his creeping hand...