A slender cherry blossom during summer vacation with a tatami mat that has been shaved and twisted to stick together an innocuous and gentle-sweaty child and a body, and a semen and a subtle smell.

My nephew came to rest in our home in the country. During the summer vacation, which was followed by a tumultuous heat, I had a relationship of innocence and despair with my nephew. Sweaty skin, light-colored underwear, and wet lips that eat watermelons... They were attracted to each other while they stared at each other, and strove over and over again. I’ve been slamming my whole body for sex so that if I give it to the next man because of inadequate power, I’m going to get full-body sexual desire. Was that a dream of the midsummer night?