Three years into my marriage, my husband was gazing at a car magazine with envy as usual. For the sake of our dream home, savings were top priority, and I saw him sadly giving up on his desires. So, I decided to start working part-time and consulted with my housewife friend, Mrs. Inoue. She recommended a job called 'delivery health' that only involved going to hotels for massages. I ended up taking the job, but when I went to the hotel that day, I ran into my high school teacher who had sexually harassed me…
