The sound of footsteps echoes through the iron bars in the morning. A woman works as a psychologist in a strict correctional facility. Behind her intellectual gaze and white coat, she hides a voluptuous F-cup body. "I don't blame them. I simply help them rebuild their broken hearts. That is my form of love," she says quietly. Over time, under the guise of "maternal love," she began to accept the accumulated sexual desires of the boys herself. "This will make things a bit easier for you, won't it...?" she smiles, gently and deeply swallowing the boys' impulses. The facility was supposed to be a place of rehabilitation, but the woman there was actually a hungry beast wearing the mask of a mother.
