Hey... you. I'm going on a business trip starting tomorrow, but how about tonight? Those words made me tremble with deep guilt and lust. I can't get hard for you... I'm only interested in your daughter. My growing stepdaughter seemed to have gotten a boyfriend, but I couldn't lie to myself. Dark, seething emotions swirled violently inside my heart. During the week my wife was away, I removed the mask of the "perfect father" I'd worn until then and savagely raped my stepdaughter's body. That impulse could no longer be restrained by reason. Enraptured by the warmth of my stepdaughter, driven by uncontrollable desire, yet the act brought only a fleeting moment of pleasure. And after that night ended, I once again donned the mask of "father," enveloped in the trembling guilt buried deep within my soul.