"Mom, actually, she used to be a women's professional wrestler..." A quiet father, a kind and elegant mother, our house was an ordinary but happy family. But sometimes I feel a sense of unease... A bamboo sword and a chain casually placed there, clippers that no one uses. And only my mother is sitting on a pipe chair for some reason. On the back, a handprint dyed red?? (It seems to be ketchup...) One day, I found a masked wrestler's mask in my mother's dresser and tried it on out of curiosity. (So my mother liked professional wrestling?) But when my mother saw me like that, she turned into a hellish heel!! She suddenly started a foul sex act...
