I am living a modest and happy life with my husband and son, but I have one problem. - I don't know who he looks like, but my son's language is really bad. - Tragedy suddenly struck while I was worried that I would grow into an adult. - One day, my son's classmates, angry at my son's bad language, attacked me. - Even if I resisted...even if I apologized...she would never forgive me, and she kept fucking me with a smile on her face as if she had just acquired a new toy...