My Father-in-law, Whom I Hate, Keeps Raping Me With An Aphrodisiac... Kisora Shinki

The moment I open the front door, that lukewarm smell of my father-in-law, I really can't stand it. Every time the air, mixed with sweat and bad breath, clings to my skin, I feel like I can't breathe. I tremble just from the sound of him approaching, but because of that strange drug, a warmth slowly spreads deep in my chest. The damp breath against my ear seeps through my uniform, along with the nausea, my body somehow reacts on its own. I hate it. It's disgusting. But the places he touches become sensitive on their own, and the moment my words of refusal turn into moans is the most frustrating. "See, you're being obedient." Even his whispering voice is smelly and unpleasant, but my body, addicted to sex, keeps betraying me. ...My father-in-law's smell, his penis, and the drug that makes me feel good, I was slowly being consumed by them.