MIDA-724 During my wife’s trip back home, I kept giving aphrodisiacs to my still-immature, slender stepdaughter, who had never warmed up to me at all, for a week until she started affectionately calling me Dad and seeking my attention in an exaggerated, trembling way… Nami Shiraishi

Half a year ago, my parents divorced, and I ended up living with my new stepfather, who was wealthy and owned a large house. My life, which had been full of hardship until then, changed completely, but the way my new stepfather looked at me made me deeply uncomfortable. One day, my mother was away for several days to accompany my grandmother during a medical checkup and hospital stay. My father handed me a water bottle and a lunch box. They had been laced with an aphrodisiac. My body grew hot, and I was caught while touching myself alone. What followed was a disturbing period of coercion. Even though I hated it, my body reacted. I was forced into degrading acts that made me feel sick. Still, the trembling and sensations would not stop, and I was left overwhelmed and unable to resist. Over the course of a week, I was gradually manipulated by the drug and by my father’s control. By then, I felt like I could not live without him. I love you, Dad.