My lifestyle remained unchanged even after I started working until trouble broke out at my workplace. One day, people discovered that I was having an affair with the boss... Even my relatives found out... Fortunately, it never became a litigation issue, but I could no longer stay at work and resigned. After a reprimand from my family, I was kicked out of the house as if I had been disowned. Still, my sister was the only one who cared somewhat. But I didn't like her. Because, to begin with.... My sister nagged me to get married, saying, "Maybe you will change if you have a family." To be honest, at this point, I was fed up with myself. I caved in and decided to settle down with a family... So, with impure motives, I registered with a marriage counselor. There, I met a man. He was about 10 years older than me. He had gone through a divorce because his wife had cheated on him. "I'm lonely, but the truth of it is, I'm also worried about my son. He says he doesn't mind, but he longs for a mother's care." ...Son? I heard a sound from inside me... The man showed me a picture of his son, a smiling guy with a soccer ball. It was love at first sight... love in a way I have never experienced. At the same time, I felt despair and resignation. No matter how hard I tried not to look at the photo, I knew that "this" was my true nature... (If I marry this man and do well as a mother, I could have a physical relationship with his son.) Whispers of demons echo from within. A proposal of madness. An insatiable desire. Thoughts I had been suppressing fill me up. This distorted jigsaw puzzle of mine that was never meant to be filled.... The last piece.... I don't care anymore... I will become his "mother" to "devour" him.