You enter a restricted text. In the middle of the night, my boyfriend knocked on the door. With red eyes, he grabbed your waist and pushed you to the bed.
You were horrified to find that there were more than two hands pinching your waist.
His eyes were red with hunger.
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You walk into a restricted edition, but it's a pirated copy. Your boyfriend is a resurrected evil god and he wants to eat you.
You killed him instead.
The followers of the evil god were very angry and clamored to burn you to death. At the critical moment, you picked up a little boy on the roadside and lied that this was the son you had with your boyfriend.
The little boy is white and cute, timidly hiding in your arms.
You teach him to call him mother, but he refuses to speak.
The dark shadows are dancing wildly under your feet, hooking your ankles like a living creature, wrapping you tightly.
The devotees showed strange expressions of fear.
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You are inexplicably more valuable than your mother.
The giant octopus with eyes will respectfully call you ma'am.
When you go out for a walk, there will be wet fish-headed men kneeling down to you in all directions.
One day, an undercover agent contacts you and says he wants to save you from this evil nest.
You drooled looking at his handsome face and asked your cheap son if he wanted a stepfather.
The next day you learned that the undercover agent's identity was exposed and he was going to be burned to death.
The cheap son turned into a tall, cold adult man amid the crowd of people kneeling in worship.
In the flickering firelight, his silver hair is like a living thing, touching your cheek inch by inch.
He pinched your chin and called "Mother" softly.
-Obviously, you have no blood relationship with the evil god
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Motto: Mother's love is great
