After remarrying, my wife returned to her hometown, leaving me alone at home with her daughter, Shiori. The problem was, Shiori had G-cup breasts, and I gradually lost confidence in myself. Still, I couldn't stop the fantasies creeping into my mind—they kept growing stronger. Imagining Shiori masturbating alone in her room, or the warmth of her gentle blowjob in the bath. Before long, the line between reality and fantasy began to blur. One day, Shiori showed up at my bedroom wearing only her pajamas. In that moment, the boundary between fantasy and reality vanished completely, and I poured out all my pent-up desire.