The Yohi I had raised all this time was someone else's... Faced with the truth, I became a man again. (She grew up well. She's not flat-chested, is she? She's plump, and how about her pubic hair? My wife and I haven't had sex in years. Here's some good meat, isn't it!) And then—I raped her. The daughter I raised since she was little. Coming to my senses, I experienced the greatest despair of my life. 'If I can live with Daddy, I'll do anything... Even things that feel good.' With Yohi's words, a new father-daughter relationship began.
