Two years into marriage, I live a peaceful life with my husband. At a family memorial service, I met my uncle for the first time in ten years. Memories I had tried to forget resurfaced… back when I was a student. The times he bound and trained me… 'I'm a bad girl who can't forget masochism. So please punish me.' 'Please train me...' My forbidden relationship with my uncle. That sense of taboo tightens around my heart！！
