Mom, why did you remarry such a guy? What's good about him? I can't find a single thing to like, and I feel like you've been taken away from me. I just can't stand my stepfather. The way he treats me like I'm fragile is disgusting, he's got awful body odor, and I can't even bear being in the same room with him. I call him "Zako." Right in the middle of my rebellious phase, I ended up getting a massive boomerang thrown right back at me. When my grandmother fell ill and Mom had to return home for about a week, I was stuck alone with him. I didn't want to be, but I had final exams, so I had no choice but to stay home. After finishing my tests, I returned to find him cooking curry. "It's instant, but no body odor this time," he joked. Ugh, really? That's so lame. "Like I'd eat anything you've touched, Zako. Money. Gi—ve—me—money." Just as I grabbed his wallet and turned to leave, he snapped. "You'll obey me!!" He tackled me to the ground, licked my face all over, and when I spat his saliva back, he roared, "The weak one is you! I'll teach you, weak little pussy!" His cock was huge—bigger than anything I'd ever seen. I was forced into incest, and I came so hard it made me furious. For the entire week until Mom came back, I was held captive by my stepfather, trained over and over as his weak little pussy.