My husband, who works for a publishing company, asked me to take care of the personal affairs of the sensual novelist I am in charge of for about a week. I remember greeting the teacher on the first day and drinking the tea that was served, but suddenly I was attacked by a sleep demon ... In fact, it was a trap for a teacher who was stuck in writing to stimulate his desire to create. I was put to sleep with sleeping pills and obscene photos were taken without my knowledge. And....