Several years have passed since my stepfather died. I brought my stepmother, who had been living alone, to live with me. She is cute and a bit clumsy, and before I knew it, I was following her with my eyes. Her kindness and warmth, which my wife lacks, gradually drew me in. One night, while the three of us were drinking, my wife got drunk and fell asleep. As my stepmother stood up to clean up, I couldn't help but embrace her…
