The person I remarried had a young daughter. Since I didn't have a daughter myself, I was a bit taken aback when we first met. As we started living together, her innocent eyes, carefree smile, and delicate body were paraded in front of me every day, and before I knew it, I began to look at my stepdaughter with lustful eyes. My desire for the daughter grew stronger each day. The twisted affection of a stepfather was all directed towards the daughter.
