mother mio, who started a part-time job to earn her son’s tuition, was sleeping on the sofa more and more. you’ll catch a cold at this rate. a sweet and sour smell tickles the nostrils of the son who approaches to carry mio to the bedroom. “what is this?” the moment i smelled it, i could feel my body heating up. 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.
