The mother and son of a dog monkey who will soon have a quarrel with each other. Today, I was talking to each other as usual, but my son decided to run away without being able to counter the tinkering of virginity across the line. I looked away with a triumphant look, but that night my son came to revenge. It is pushed down by force without resistance and becomes a meat milk ona-ho. My mother's pride is also turbulent with a soft piston, and my humiliation begins to turn into expectations.