Kumi, the mother, was gentle and deeply passionate about gardening, finding joy in tending to her flowers. Her graceful presence was irreplaceable to Manshi. One night, Manshi noticed faint sounds coming from the old storage shed behind the house. Worried, he quietly crept inside and witnessed his mother in a vulgar, lewd position, being sexually dominated by his father. The kind, serene woman he knew was gone—instead, she writhed and moaned like a wild animal. Shocked beyond belief, the image seared into his mind, and before long, he began to desire the same twisted pleasure for himself.