It was winter five years ago that I dyed my hands imperfectly. At that time, my husband's flirtation was discovered and I was in an unforeseen jealousy. I don't know if he knew my feelings in such a heartbreaking situation, but his son's friend, Aoi, has confessed. Even though I know that it is unforgivable, the guilt was erased by blue and ugly pleasure every time a young boy asks for his body. In the day after day of repeated body and reasoning that 'I'm going to play with fire only once', feelings for him grew.
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