I am employed as a live-in manager of an apartment building. The manager's face is outwardly similar to that of a part-time male prostitute who takes care of the sexual desires of married women who are dissatisfied with the sex they have with their husbands. Since the end of the self-restraint period, I feel like I've become busier with my part-time work as a male prostitute than with my apartment management duties. As soon as I opened the door to the house, I was covered in sweat, saliva, and semen, dripping with juices and having sex.