Mother Mio, who started a part-time job to earn her son's tuition, was sleeping on the sofa more and more. At this rate she will catch a cold. A sweet and sour smell tickles the nostrils of her son as he approaches to carry her to her bedroom. "What is this...?" I want to smell a darker scent. Moved by impulse, the son searches for the source of the scent and gropes his sweaty body hidden under the stuffy clothes.
