The moment I open the front door, I can't stand the lukewarm smell of my father-in-law. Every time the air, mixed with his sweat and bad breath, clings to my skin, I nearly stop breathing. Even his proximity makes me tremble, but the strange medicine makes the depths of my chest heat up. His moist breath near my ear seeps into my uniform, and for some reason, my body reacts, along with the nausea. Even though I hate it. Even though it's disgusting. My touch makes every spot sensitive, and the most frustrating moment is when his words of rejection turn into moans. "See, you're so honest." Even the sound of his whispering that stinks and makes me hate it, but my sexually addicted body continues to betray me. ...Little by little, I was consumed by my father-in-law's smell, his penis, and the feel-good medicine.