I had been worried about my son Yuma lately, as he seemed clearly depressed and lifeless. My husband dismissed it, saying, "He's at that age—something's probably going on," and remained indifferent. But my bad feeling turned out to be right. One day, I witnessed Yuma being bullied by delinquent classmates, and despite trembling with fear, I stepped in to protect him. Unfortunately, my actions backfired, making him an even bigger target. The bullying escalated relentlessly, and no amount of apology could stop it. From that day on, the never-ending days of gangbang creampies began...