Uncle's routine has arrived. He repeats the same actions over and over, yet somehow, does he sense something? I've gradually gotten used to it myself, to the point it feels like just another part of daily life. Lately, even news about the war in Ukraine has become less frequent. If people can grow indifferent to such a major event, then something like this is merely a grain of sand in the desert. Yet for the victim, it's an incident that drastically alters their life. However, the fact that the victim doesn't remember what happened makes the guilt feel hazy. Even after being treated so roughly, she returns to normal life as if nothing occurred. If there's no memory of it, it's as if it never existed. Sadly, that's reality. This time, the target was a blonde woman—someone who looks like a PR rep from an IT company, with a flashy, freedom-obsessed style. Most likely, she's the type to attract handsome guys in Nakameguro or upscale standing bars and sleep with them recklessly. There's a clear gap between men who get laid and those who don't. For women, if they simply want sex, they can easily find someone without being too picky. Meanwhile, men have to either pay or put in serious effort just to access sex. I myself keep doing the dishes, folding laundry, and giving massages with my tired body—all just to get inside my wife's hole. That enchanting hole. Wait, what was I talking about again? Ah, right—watching those who live carefree lives fall from grace feels incredibly satisfying. God must be watching too. Life balances out to zero. Women who think being cute means they can have anything—they're the ones uncle will utterly destroy. Humans really are foolish creatures. Seeing such a cute, seemingly good girl get completely broken sends shivers of excitement through me. If this were my own daughter, I'd kill the uncle on the spot. But she's not my daughter. She'll never be my wife or lover. So then, this is fine. If the cuckoo won't sing, XXX it, cuckoo. Even while thinking it's hopeless, I got so excited I came too quickly. Part of me wants as many people as possible to see this footage, yet at the same time, I know spreading it will definitely lead to trouble—so please, don't share it widely. I'm begging you. Let's keep it secret, just between us.