Just one week after remarrying, I still felt a bit distant from Markun, my husband's son from a previous marriage. Our relationship was awkward, but I believed we'd soon grow close. After all, I had become his mother... But I was terribly wrong. Markun had been targeting me from the start. It all began with a single explicit photo message he sent, and before I knew it, I became this pervert's plaything. The countless ways he made me experience sweet, forbidden pleasure...