I wanted that girl, so I approached her mother. Her upright, innocent body hidden under her uniform was one I couldn't get out of my head. I didn't care about marrying her mother. I just wanted a reason to live under the same roof as Umika. That was enough for me. Every morning when she appeared in the living room wearing her uniform, my desire grew. I would purposely pass her in the narrow hallway, and sneak a peek at her walking in a bath towel after a bath, and night after night, my fantasies grew. It all happened quickly when her mother began to be away more often. I touched her gently, getting her used to it, and gradually closing the gap between us. From the day I took off her uniform, Umika was no longer my daughter. Even though she refused with her words, her body had already accepted it. I was the one who knew before anyone else that she would become a woman.