The woman who became my father's wife was someone special to me. Even though she was the wife of a man my father's age, she always treated me kindly. With her warm gaze and gentle demeanor, I secretly harbored feelings of love for her. One day, I was careless enough to let my stepmother see me masturbating, but she didn't seem to mind—rather, she approached me with a loving look in her eyes. At that moment, my heart became even more unsettled.