Kinshin Kousai Club (近親交際倶楽部) Review

You’re a 42-year-old middle-aged guy. You’ve got a family, a wife, and a daughter in middle school.

Your days never change. One after another, and somewhere in there you’ve forgotten that time is even passing.

Sometimes you shoot the shit with coworkers about nothing in particular. You’ve forgotten what the world out there even looks like. Work is a two-point commute with nothing in between — no fun, no passion. Your coworkers are all hooked on one thrill or another, chasing kicks online, hunting for strangers. You figure none of it means anything.

Maybe you still love your wife. Sometimes you want to get intimate with her, and you get the cold shoulder.

“You’re 42 already. What are you even doing this for? Aren’t you tired enough as it is?”

Your wife has zero interest in the bedroom. It’s depressing. Sometimes you have to take care of it yourself.

But sometimes your eyes drift toward your daughter. She’s nearly grown now, and she’s beautiful — sometimes she even reminds you a little of your wife.

She’s completely unguarded at home, and sometimes you see things you shouldn’t. Sometimes, you even start to react to your own daughter…

That’s dangerous.

You know it’s dangerous. But sometimes you tell yourself it’s just a fantasy. Thought has no borders — thinking about it doesn’t do anything, so what’s the harm?

And your daughter is still close to you — a stark contrast to your wife. Once, she even said she wanted to “take a bath together, like old times.”

You didn’t say yes. But you didn’t say no either, so your daughter just climbed into the tub.

You try to roughhouse with her, you touch her body, and she doesn’t mind at all. You, on the other hand, can’t not mind… some enormous, evil thought has planted itself in your head.

So that night you ask your wife again.

“I told you already — you’re that old and you still want to screw around every day?”

Shot down again. That night you dream about something bad. Your daughter is in that dream.

You open your phone and find an email. It’s from an account called “Incest Club.” Send them a photo of a family member, it says, and they’ll bring you someone who looks just like them for compensated dating…

It came two days ago. If you’d deleted it back then, maybe you wouldn’t be feeling this urge now. You didn’t delete it. Maybe you were hoping for something.

You secretly send them your daughter’s photo…

The reply comes fast.

“No problem. We’ll arrange it right away.”

At first you don’t believe it, but you still go to the address in the email…

A girl shows up. Your eyes go wide.

Because this girl looks so much like your daughter… the same school uniform, the same clothes, the same face…

But some things don’t match. Her hair’s a mess, for one, and she’s missing the hairclip your daughter loves. And her voice is flirty — nothing like your daughter’s good-girl act.

She calls you “mister” all friendly-like and drags you straight to a hotel.

The girl introduces herself. She gives personal details that are nothing like your daughter’s, and says she just dressed up to match the photo — she’s not your daughter…

Maybe you’re getting old. You’re starting to believe in modern makeup.

So you really can’t hold back, and you pin her down. When it’s over, you find out she was a virgin… She says it’s her first time doing this too.

When you part, you open your wallet and ask how much.

She gets a little angry. She doesn’t ask for money — she says she did it because she wanted to, and gives you a phone number for next time.

You go home and see your good-girl daughter. You look at her, and think about the girl from the day, and about the hotel, and your head’s a mess.

You feel like what you did was wrong. But the next day you call the girl out again.

She’s happy to see you. You convince yourself this girl just happens to look like your daughter. Your daughter told you she’s at club activities at school until late every day, after all.

After the second time, the girl asks what your relationship is with your daughter.

The question fills you with guilt. Carrying on an affair with a girl who looks like your daughter is wrong. If you part ways with her here, maybe you’ll never see her again.

But you think about it, and say nothing… Maybe you really do want your daughter… or a girl like her.

Then she asks: do you like her, or do you like your daughter?

The question cuts straight into you. If you said you liked her, maybe you could keep her around as a sex partner… but that’s not the truth. She only showed up because you sent your daughter’s photo…

You do have feelings for your daughter, don’t you. So you vaguely admit that you might like her, that you’ve fantasized about her.

The girl laughs… laughs at what a fool you are.

So one time becomes two, then three, then four.

Once, she even shows up at your door wearing your daughter’s clothes, done up to look just like her.

“How did you get here?” You’re panicking — if your family finds out about this girl, it’s over.

“I followed you.” She’s got a little devil in her.

But afterward you still can’t control yourself. You vent your desire on this girl, you treat her as your daughter, you fantasize that she is your daughter, and the satisfaction is enormous.

Meanwhile, even the way you look at your daughter at home has changed. You know you’re dangerous. One night, talking with your wife, it hits you how sorry you are — even if that girl isn’t your daughter, even if she just looks like her, you’ve already cheated in some sense.

You wonder whether to tell your wife. If you did, maybe she’d forgive you — but the family would never go back to the way it was. Your daughter would be cut off from both of you, she’d hate you, you’d never see her again.

You think about it, and say nothing. And your feelings for your own daughter only grow stronger.

One night you creep over to your sleeping daughter, jerking off beside her. It’s an insane thrill.

Your relationship with the girl deepens, and sometimes you treat her completely as your daughter. You tell yourself that as long as it doesn’t come to light, everything’s fine.

But sometimes you go back over the details and something doesn’t add up. How did the girl know you’re a civil servant? You never told her.

One day, your daughter gets a phone call and rushes out the door. You suddenly feel like contacting the girl, so you dial the number… and the ringtone comes from… upstairs.

You search everywhere, and finally, under your daughter’s bed, you find the phone.

“Ah… found it, huh, Father…” Your daughter’s voice comes from behind you. She walks over, takes the phone from your frozen hands, hits answer, and holds it to her face. “Hello, mister? Why so quiet?”

You’re stunned…

You’d convinced yourself that girl wasn’t your daughter, but the truth leaves you in total despair.

You had sex with your own daughter. More than once… You’ve fallen into the abyss.

The daughter laughs. It was all her arrangement, she says. Even the bath together was planned, to stir up your feelings for her. The email from the “Incest Club” that came afterward was the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

She dressed herself up, swapped into a slightly bigger uniform, deliberately put on a different voice, and went to “compensated date” her own father — and the more obsessed you got with her, the happier it made her.

You’re terrified of your daughter. You tell her this is wrong, you’re father and daughter, this can’t happen.

“A father who sneaks into his daughter’s room at night and shoots his load on her doesn’t get to say that.”

Her one line shuts you up completely.

After that you’re torn apart. You don’t know how to face any of it, and your daughter doesn’t seem to care at all. She even threatens to tell her mother if you don’t do what she says…

You’re basically her slave, coerced into intimacy.

The next morning you wake up to her licking your body…

You know this can’t go on… You try to push her away, and she takes your cock in her mouth…

You hesitate. You even enjoy it. But this is wrong — if you can’t refuse right now, she’ll decide you’re a hypocrite and go to the extreme… like getting pregnant with her father’s child, for instance.

There are plenty of other extremes too. The family shatters, husband and wife divorce, the daughter falls completely, you fall with her, even — maybe you’d end up so useless you ask your daughter to sell herself to support you…

That future’s too terrifying. So before your daughter can go down on you, you push her away.

She doesn’t understand. She starts confessing — she’s liked you for a long time, as a man.

You refuse her.

She cries and demands to know why her father can’t accept her — not even as a secret relationship?

You refuse her.

She says if you don’t agree, she’ll tell her mother.

You say you refuse anyway. You can’t keep making the same mistake.

In the end, your daughter accepts it… and she doesn’t tell her mother.

After a while things cool down, and she gradually goes back to being your “daughter”… She doesn’t bring it up again, and neither do you.

You go back to an ordinary father-daughter relationship, and the family is peaceful again — for now. Your wife never learns about this insane business, and maybe that’s the best ending possible.

Or rather, nobody but you and your daughter knows it happened. After all, it’s a secret nobody knows.