After losing my beloved wife, the one who appeared before me was my stepdaughter Tatsuko, who had returned as a widow. At 31, her body in its prime throbbed violently as if waiting for the caresses of her father, me, and trembled with pleasure. In the silent house, conversation gradually faded, and instead, moist breaths began to echo. Precisely because of the chain of being stepfather and stepdaughter, their union was maddeningly deep and intense. Tatsuko let out a hot breath, saying, "Dad, I can't stop anymore..." and pulled my waist even closer. That momentary anxiety drove both of our hips even harder. A crazy daily life begins, where lust never ceases, no matter where we are, 24 hours a day.