I groaned without a voice -- my husband was less than a meter away -- the wind.

It is 12 years since I started living with Kyosuke, the nephew who mourned my parents. We, who were not blessed with children, have become adorable like Kyosuke's son. But Keisuke saw me as a woman, not her mother. On that day, our couple came to the sleeping bedroom secretly and asked for my body right next to my husband who slept well. I was desperately pushing my teeth and killing my voice, but I was squished many times by Kyosuke's young and ugly chin, and even if I resisted in my heart, my body was hot and lit up.