I came to Tokyo to become an announcer. I was thrilled to be chosen as the weather girl for a popular variety show. But behind the glamorous facade, things were disgustingly dirty. I had caught the eye of a famous, powerful host, known as the "Ratings King." He was a dictator who controlled the entire show, from staff to performers. Every assistant who worked for him ended up leaving under a cloud of scandal. One day, during the broadcast, he started groping my ass. Things escalated from there, and I was forced into serving him as a sex slave, becoming known as part of the host's "pleasure group." If I dared to call it sexual harassment, they'd cancel the show. Trapped in a mix of guilt and humiliation, I endured. During a live broadcast, I was remotely controlled, messing up my script. Another time, I was drugged and peed myself. Shame and pleasure intertwined, gradually clouding my judgment. Before I knew it, I was craving the "Ratings King's" cock... I was begging him to take care of me, to do whatever he wanted. I had been trained into his sex dog.