I, who was treated like air by my family and felt uncomfortable everywhere I went, was treated as a handyman at the PTA as well, and I couldn't refuse the miscellaneous tasks. It was the newly appointed Mr. Sajou who gave me joy during those frustrating days. Since the PTA, which was once held once a month, became a place where I could reaffirm myself as a woman, I continued to entrust my body and soul to our meetings. Even though I knew it was wrong, I, who had found a place just for myself, desperately clung to it... Every time I tasted the maddening pleasure and sense of transgression, my body continued to let out moans like screams, and I continued to desperately seek his dick...
