During the scorching summer days leading up to Obon, my stepmother Rumi came to Tokyo to check on me as I was living alone. Rumi became a new mother figure during our student days and had patiently dealt with my cold attitude ever since. As we grew older, she seemed genuinely happy that I could open up and talk to her. For my part, I felt an attraction towards Rumi beyond just seeing her as a mother figure. That night, after her bath, seeing her flushed and sweaty body, I couldn't control my desires as a man...
