Ten years since my father passed away. My mother, who raised me single-handedly, suddenly brought home her new husband. Honestly, I wasn't that surprised. In fact, I felt more joy than anything else. But at 24, I was in a delicate age, and living with a stranger—my new stepfather—was a bit hard to accept. At the time, my feelings were just about that much, but my mother's new husband turned out to be a terrible man. My stepfather changed after being laid off and losing his job. He started drinking every day and became violent towards my mother. He didn't look for work; he just drank all day. My mother increased her part-time jobs to support the household. Of course, I contributed my salary too, but she kept protecting this man. One day, I witnessed a shocking scene. On my way home from work, I saw my stepfather instructing an unknown man to rape my bound mother. Although my mother seemed reluctant, she appeared to be unable to resist the pleasure and was reaching climax multiple times. I was speechless but couldn't tear my eyes away from the scene. That night, after somehow finishing my work, I confirmed that my stepfather was asleep and confronted my mother about what happened during the day. She seemed drunk and said, 'I'm sorry for being such a mother.' I told her it wasn't like that and hugged her. Then she kissed me and said she would make me feel good, gently placing her hand on my crotch...
