The morning silence is shattered by footsteps echoing beyond iron bars. A female psychologist works at a strict correctional facility. Her intelligent eyes contrast with the lush, alluring F-cup body hidden beneath her white coat. Quietly, she says, "I don't punish them. I simply rebuild broken hearts together with them. That is my form of love." Her words resonate deep within the youths, leading them to willingly surrender their desires to her. Calling herself "maternal love," she gently and deeply consumes their impulses. The rehabilitation center, meant to reform, becomes more than just a facility—it transforms into the hunting ground of a ravenous beast lurking within her, wearing the mask of a mother.