After graduating from university, I got a job but quit within a year. Since then, I’ve been living with my mother at her place, making ends meet with odd jobs. At first, I was contributing to the household, but after getting hooked on soaplands, I poured all my earnings into it. One day, my mother found my business card and confronted me. I argued that it was my own business, but she seemed to know about my visits to the soapland, having seen me change clothes or get out of the bath. Determined to stop me from frequenting soaplands, my mother decided to become a hostess herself to take advantage of my good nature…
