At 30, I'd been living a quiet life in the countryside, never having been popular with women—still a virgin, with no girlfriend, just loneliness. Then one day, I suddenly got transferred to Tokyo. In a panic, I reached out to my aunt, Yasuko, who lived there. I went to her place to ask for help finding an apartment. She lived with her husband and daughter, and warmly welcomed me into their home. That night, as I was about to take a bath, I spotted two bras in the laundry basket and instantly got a full erection. I tried to jerk off to calm down, but just then, her daughter walked in. Flustered, I covered my crotch but accidentally kept holding the bra. She scolded me harshly. Back in my room, overwhelmed with guilt and shame, I held my head in my hands—when the door opened and Aunt Yasuko walked in. She clearly knew what had happened. Gently taking my hand, she comforted me, telling me not to stress so much. When I confessed that I just wanted to be held once, she softly pulled me into her arms. Her warmth slowly melted away my tension.