My days raising my daughter Mina began with parting ways from the man who was supposed to become my husband. My partner at the time suddenly vanished without a trace, forcing me to shoulder the responsibility of being a single mother. For ten long years, I pushed forward—graduating college, building a successful career, and even envisioning marriage—always believing a bright future awaited my daughter. Then one day, I unexpectedly became physically involved with my daughter's boyfriend. All the emotions I had suppressed came rushing out uncontrollably, engulfing my body in electric waves of pleasure. Here, in this moment, a clash erupts between my devotion to my beloved daughter and my overwhelming, insatiable desire.