"Karin, Shizuka. If we report this molestation, our family will fall apart."


One day, our mother decided to remarry. The father of her new husband had a somewhat creepy aura about him. He looked at us sisters with lustful eyes. Maybe because our mother was there, he didn't touch us.


The worst life.


One day, our father, who always took the same train to work, started touching our buttocks and crotch. We were on the verge of tears as he handled us however he wanted while our mother wasn't looking, but for some reason our lower bodies were twitching and twitching.


My stepfather, whom I hate to death, secretly raped us on the train and we began to go crazy with molestation...


Molestation is bad...or maybe it's not good...