【簡体中文版】義装母子1

Total: 59 pages
Front cover: 1 page
Back cover: 2 pages
Main: 56 pages

[Contents]
I was a student when I realized my sexuality.
I told my friend about it. At first, she listened to me half-jokingly, but
she seemed to understand that I was serious and advised me not to tell others.

I guess... I am "special."

People all over the world are calling for understanding and consideration for sexual minorities, but honestly, I envy them.
No matter how much the world changes, my sexuality will never be understood or taken into consideration.

And I have another problem...
Something I noticed while spending time with friends during my school days, but apparently I have a stronger sex drive than most.

Worst possible combination...

There's no place to quell my desires...

This is why I was somewhat pent-up at times during my school years, but by the time I entered university, I had come to terms with my problem.

I kept my sexuality bottled up and tried to be a normal student.

Still, my strong sexual desire and interest in men was uncontrollable, and I slept with many men during those years.

Apparently, my body is very good at seducing men.
When men talked to me, their eyes were looking "there."
So, even if I made a small gesture of invitation, I would not have to spend the night alone.

Love was a simple game.
Though my reputation among other women around me was terrible.

I had hoped that this would dissipate my desire, but... for some reason, I was not satisfied.
...no, the reason was clear.
No matter how many men held me, there was a "hole" that would never be filled.
A jigsaw puzzle that would never be completed.

My lifestyle remained unchanged even after I started working, until trouble broke out at my workplace. One day, people discovered that I was having an affair with the boss...
Even my relatives found out...

Fortunately, it never became a litigation issue, but I could no longer stay at work and resigned.
After a reprimand from my family, I was kicked out of the house as if I had been disowned.

Still, my sister was the only one who cared somewhat.
But I didn't like her. Because, to begin with....
My sister nagged me to get married, saying, "Maybe you will change if you have a family."
To be honest, at this point, I was fed up with myself.

I caved in and decided to settle down with a family... So, with impure motives, I registered with a marriage counselor.

There, I met a man.
He was about 10 years older than me. He had gone through a divorce because his wife had cheated on him.

"I'm lonely, but the truth of it is, I'm also worried about my son.
He says he doesn't mind, but he longs for a mother's care."

...Son?

I heard a sound from inside me...

The man showed me a picture of his son, a smiling guy with a soccer ball.

It was love at first sight... love in a way I have never experienced.

At the same time, I felt despair and resignation.
No matter how hard I tried not to look at the photo, I knew that "this" was my true nature...

(If I marry this man and do well as a mother, I could have a physical relationship with his son.)

Whispers of demons echo from within. A proposal of madness.
An insatiable desire. Thoughts I had been suppressing fill me up.

This distorted jigsaw puzzle of mine that was never meant to be filled.... The last piece....

I don't care anymore...

I will become his "mother" to "devour" him.