I've been married to my husband for two years, and my stress has reached its limit due to the intense work schedule, my husband's lack of cooperation with housework, and the lack of sex. One day, as usual, I fell asleep on the last train and was returning home when I encountered a molester. When I woke up, I found the warm semen in my hand, and my sexual desire overcame my revulsion, and I masturbated while smelling it. A few days later, I encountered the same molester again, and my sense of anticipation was greater than my fear, and my resistance to the creeping hand began to fade...