An uncle did it again. He was already doing despicable things, but this time the target herself crossed a taboo. Until now, the uncle has preyed on gyarus, married women, and relatively mature females—but this time, it's clearly a lolita-type girl. Is this girl even an adult? Is she really okay? Honestly, we hesitate even releasing this. Moreover, her malnourished frame gives off a sense of misfortune. If she doesn't want to go home, I want to tell her there's an empty room at my place—she can stay. I want to protect her. Poor girl. Yet the uncle mercilessly assaults her, turning her into a masturbation toy. What is it about the compatibility between sex and suffering? The more pity and guilt I feel, the more sexually aroused I become. Perhaps humans are inherently aroused by the act of conquering the weak, repeatedly invading and dominating. Regardless of reality, just the appearance of someone living burdened by misfortune makes you want to destroy her completely. And the uncle fulfills that desire. He brings in a large, grotesque man to do whatever he wants with this tiny girl. It's like a giant crushing a dwarf. Her frail body, so thin it looks breakable, is handled roughly, yet she writhes uncontrollably, driven insane by the XXX effect. An unbearably horrifying sight—my erection won't go down. The more I want to look away, the more aroused I become. This contradiction. Is expressing the sadness and depth of humanity too much justification? But if my own daughter were subjected to this, I'd surely go out and XX that uncle. Anyone watching, including myself as a distributor, would do the same. Even if revenge breeds nothing but sorrow, it might be the only way to prevent further harm. If someone assassinated Putin right now, would they become a criminal of the century or a hero? The uncle is the same. Maybe the uncle thinks he has justice on his side—but no, there can be no justice here. There's no justification for such selfish, one-sided violence. Still, while condemning the uncle's ●ing acts, I secretly benefit from them—making me equally guilty. To survive, we turn a blind eye to fires burning on the other side of the river. Compromising with that logic—that's what being an adult means. Is this really the kind of adult I wanted to become? On one hand, I want as many people as possible to see this video. On the other, I fear that spreading it too widely will inevitably lead to disaster—so please, don't share it openly. I'm begging you. Let's share it quietly.