Several years into marriage, I'd already forgotten when I last had sex with my husband, trapped in a sexless relationship. Perhaps my pent-up desire had finally reached its limit. While my husband was away fishing for shrimp, I found myself being pursued by his subordinate. Though I verbally resisted, I ended up climaxing uncontrollably, driven to the edge of madness. Telling myself it would be just once, I tried to regain control—but my body craved him, shattering my rationality. With each secret rendezvous, I sank deeper into obsession, completely losing myself—heart and body—into the electrifying sex we shared.