DASD-905 A summer memory of intensely engaging with that old man. Alice Nanase.

When I was a child, my father died in a traffic accident. My uncle loved me like his own daughter. Suddenly, I desperately wanted to see him and visited his house. There, I realized that I had special feelings for him that were different from those I had for my father. However, no matter how much he tempted me, my kind uncle never laid a hand on me. Finally, I forcibly took his lips, and then... We spent our summer wearing yukata, setting off fireworks, eating watermelon, and having intense intercourse.