Ishihara was a contemporary, studying at the same university. One day, he told me, someone who had missed the last train due to overtime, If I sleep on the sofa, I will stay. In the room of another woman with her. But what could I have expected from Mr. Ishihara, who was once a teacher? Not wearing a bra in an unsecured room with just the two of us. I couldn't bear it. I kept being scared enough to use up a whole pack of condoms by morning. Still having sexual desire that wasn't appropriate. Finally, I was invited to speak, It's okay.