Opening the front door, I'm greeted by my stepfather's familiar, distinctive smell—unchanged as always. It's an unpleasant yet strangely enticing mix of sweat and bad breath. The air touches my skin, making it feel like I can't breathe. Just his presence makes me tremble, yet inexplicably, a warmth builds deep in my chest. His damp, heavy breath seeps into my uniform, making me nauseous even as it pulls my body closer. I hate it, it's disgusting, yet my body reacts involuntarily. The moment my protests turn into moans, my chest aches. Even his whisper—"See, you're honest now"—is drowned out by how intensely I notice his scent. Amidst it all, my body, betraying me, grows aroused. My stepfather's smell, his penis, and the pleasure-inducing drug—I'm slowly being consumed by this world.