My aunt has always been beautiful and cute, but a bit difficult to deal with. When I returned home, she was standing at the entrance. It seemed she had been asked by my mother to come. She entered the house and started doing the dishes and laundry in the kitchen. After a while, she slowly opened a lemon sour and said, "What a good life," and drank it all up. She started asking me questions as if I were a child. Then, she began to touch me invitingly. She gave me a sticky kiss. Her breath smelled faintly of lemon sour…
Takara Eizou
