"What is this smell?" The sweet and sour scent that filled the house came from his mother, Ayano. Ayano, who had been working all day, seemed to have fallen asleep on the sofa from exhaustion. "You're even still wearing your socks... Mom, wake up, you'll catch a cold." As Junya approached to wake her, the rich scent tickled his nostrils. He wanted to smell more. Driven by the surging desire, Junya began to touch Ayano's sweaty, glossy body.
