When I was young, my mother left with another man. My father cried nightly, breaking my heart. I acted normal at school to hide my family’s pain. Years later, he remarried, giving me a new family—a kind stepmother and a slightly game-obsessed stepsister. I was truly happy. Later, I left home for university in Tokyo. Living alone for the first time, my father worried but was proud. My stepmother felt the same, which warmed my heart. Years later, my father passed. Today, his birthday, I return home. Nothing’s changed. Seeing my stepmother healthy makes me happy. My stepsister, still messy, single at 30, game-addicted, braless, wearing old socks... Once, wrong feelings stirred in me. To cut them off, I fled to Tokyo. Returning and seeing her, those feelings resurge. Catching her masturbating, I lose control! Later, I learn she harbors the same forbidden feelings. Days later, I return to Tokyo, promising to come back next year—to see her, and perhaps our child, already named for us...