Ishihara and I were classmates at university. One day, he told me, the one who missed the last train due to working overtime, that if I slept on the sofa, I would stay in the room of another woman with her. But what could I have expected from Mr. Ishihara, who had once been a spear bearer? Not wearing a bra in an unprotected room with just the two of us. I couldn't stand it. I continued to be scared enough to use up a whole dozen condoms in the morning. Still, I had sexual desires that weren't appropriate. In the end, I was invited to speak, 'It's okay.'
