At the request of my husband who works for a publishing company, I decided to take care of the erotic novelist who was in charge for about a week. I remember greeting my teacher on the first day and drinking the tea that was served, but suddenly I was attacked by sleepiness. In fact, it was a trap for teachers who were at a dead end in writing to motivate them to create. I was put to sleep with sleeping pills, and obscene pictures were taken without my knowledge. and….
