who would've thought that the woman who killed my father would be the one Im obsessive for?

While she was washing her hands, I hugged her from behind, and my hands were all over her

A smirk crept up my face, she was a mother figure to me, but she was too innocent

"Hey unnie, since we're all alone why don't we play a game?*

I laughed silently "it'll be quick so you can get back to your work"

"Promise" I stared at her with sharp eyes, I knew I could manipulate her easily