A story of a mother and child. Due to adult circumstances, I'm in a situation where I'm freeloading at my aunt's house, but the ferocity of my son, Masaru, appears only at the moment when the mother and child are alone. And he seemed to be in a very bad mood today. "What the hell is this skirt... Did I mention... I'm... not going to admit anything other than a mini skirt..." He's obsessed with his beautiful mother's skirt and insists that it's a mini. She was a mother who endured bravely, but her tyrant son's demands only escalated day by day...
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