Footsteps echoing through the iron bars in the morning. A woman working as a psychologist in a strict correctional facility. Her intelligent gaze hides an ample F-cup figure under her lab coat. "I don't blame them. I just help fix their broken hearts together." "This is my form of love," she said softly. Before she knew it, under the name of "maternal love," she began to accept the pent-up sexual desires of the boys. "This should make things a bit better..." she smiled, gently and deeply taking in the boy's urges. The facility that was supposed to be a place for rehabilitation. However, what was there was a starving beast wearing a mother's mask.
