My happy days were ruined because of that bastard... My mom's new husband is a perverted middle-aged creep who loves uniforms. My mom seems happy, oblivious to all this. But I don't want to ruin my mom's happiness... 'Since you're going to be my daughter, it's fine if I, as your father, eat Lia first!' 」Days of humiliation that I can't tell anyone about… Days of being fucked while sneaking past my mom or boyfriend's eyes. No matter how many times I'm fucked, my body still reacts. The humiliating contradiction of hating it in my heart but feeling it with that disgusting stepfather's dirty cock. Am I really just like my mom?
