I booked a hot spring inn to report my marriage to my mother and for my daily work, but I broke up with her a few days before the trip. It was supposed to be a fun trip, but my heart remained depressed. Her mother was worried about her, but I tried to forget her by fueling her drinking. Her drunken me had attacked her mother thinking it was her. When I suddenly came to my senses, there was an awkward atmosphere between me and her mother. The next morning, I went to the hot spring alone. Then her mother came in shyly. And when she gently grabbed my growing lower half of my body, she began to gently stroke me, saying that it would be painful if it was as it was.
