Years after my wife passed and I began living with my son and his wife, I found myself increasingly disturbed by the way my daughter-in-law behaved. Her careless, inviting gestures and exposed body pushed my restraint to the breaking point. Watching her with my son at night only intensified my desire. One day, returning home after a gathering, I discovered her deeply engrossed in intense masturbation. I saw everything—just at the edge of sight, yet impossible to ignore. Startled by my presence, she tried to hide, but it was too late; I had already seen. Days later, she approached me, admitting she knew I'd been watching—and that she was pleased. She said she wanted me to see again, promising to obey any request. Confused yet overwhelmed, I whispered that I wanted to taste her. She agreed, guiding my mouth to her with calm acceptance. As I savored her youthful essence, she responded with pleasure, surrendering completely. That moment forged an irreversible bond. And then…