My sister's son, Masato Kun, stayed at my house for about two weeks in order to take summer classes at a major preparatory school in Tokyo. When I saw Gyojin Kun, who was a sweeten boy at an early age, grow up to be a good man, I felt the charm of being a man rather than a wolf. One day, from an event, the lips of Gyojin Kun and my lips touched. "This is an accident, not a kiss." I can't forget the feeling of my lips that I have tasted for the first time in a long time.