Nozokibeya

I worked late every night. But it was not terrible.
My boss never praised me. But I was not unfulfilled.
I did it for my beloved daughter...

I was divorced some fifteen, twenty years ago.
My wife was gone. But I was not lonely. She left a gift.
Each night I came home to her wonderful cooking.
Each morning she greeted me with a smile as warm as the sun.
She was my everything. For her I would move mountains.

My sweet, cherished, beloved, wonderful daughter.

But one day after work, we went drinking, and I came to
Nozokibeya, a whore house.
There I saw a girl who looked shockingly like my daughter.
It couldn't be her. It couldn't be. It... couldn't... be...
That was the day my happiness crumbled.

The voyeuristic visual novel about "your" daughter at a sex parlor.
Look at her beautiful face and breasts and weep with crushing emotion.
Look at how your perfect girl has fallen. Look at yourself...