I really can't stand the lukewarm smell of my father-in-law that wafts through me the moment I open the door.Every time the air mixed with sweat and bad breath clings to my skin, I feel like I can't breathe.The mere presence of someone approaching makes me shiver, but the strange medicine makes me feel a fever in my chest.The damp breath on my ear seeps into the inside of my uniform, and for some reason only my body reacts along with the nausea.Even though I hate it.Even though it's disgusting.The most frustrating moment was when the place I touched became sensitive and my words of rejection turned into gasps.``Look, you're being honest.'' I don't even like the sound of her whispering that, but my body, addicted to sex, continues to betray me....My father-in-law's smell, his penis, and the medicine that made me feel good gradually swallowed me up.
