A 30-year-old man living a quiet life in the countryside, I've never been popular with women and have remained a virgin, never once had a girlfriend. Tired of spending my days alone and feeling lonely, I knew I couldn't go on like this. Suddenly, I was transferred to Tokyo. In a panic, I reached out to my aunt, Rie, who lived there, but she shared her home with her husband and daughter. Still, she warmly welcomed me, and I breathed a sigh of relief. However, when I confessed to them that I'd never dated a woman and was still a virgin, her daughter began mocking me, instantly tensing the atmosphere. That night, burdened with self-blame, I kept agonizing over my situation. Then, Aunt Rie suddenly came into my room, having overheard her daughter's apology, took my hand, and gently said, "You shouldn't worry so much. You can always talk to me." Encouraged by her words, I finally opened up—telling her I just wanted, even once, to be held in someone's arms. Softly, Aunt Rie pulled me into a warm embrace. And within that tenderness, a new relationship began to bloom.