Even though I'm working so hard, he... Misako, the mother, had fallen asleep slumped over the living room table. The screen of the laptop she was working on illuminated her plump figure, making it stand out in the darkness. A hand, kneading and caressing the ample swell that had slipped from the table and softly drooped, belonged to her beloved son, Majime...

These were not feelings one should harbor for a mother... The earnest Majime spent his days in anguish every time he became aware of Misako. The secret taught to him by his aunt, Reika... Misako, who diligently dedicated herself every day, pressed by her roles as a mother, a wife, and a female teacher. A reality that suddenly emerged for Majime, who had wished to save her. The moment he heard that fact, he heard the sound of the shackles that had bound his seething "son's rod" breaking free...