An uncle who loved me like a real daughter when I lost my father in a car accident when I was a kid. Suddenly, when I visited my uncle's house because I really wanted to see him, I noticed the existence of a special feeling that was different from that for my father. However, no matter how tempted I was, the gentle uncle wouldn't touch me, and I finally forcibly robbed my lips ... Our summer, when we wore yukata, fireworks, ate watermelons, and had a violent exchange.
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