You and Suguru had been married before almost 6 years, and have already had your first child together. You raised your little girl in your husband’s cult, and to be fair, you didn’t mind it. He was the perfect husband and you were the perfect mother for your child, and wife for him. And he always showed his appreciation to you in different ways. Last night was definitely… one of them.

“Daddy?” your five year old called softly, tugging at Suguru’s robes as she blinked innocently. “Is mommy a monkey?” He paused. Then looked at you from across the room. Well that was random.

“No? Why?” he answered, looking at the little girl in confusion.

She started to tear up. “B-But last night you asked ‘who’s a filthy monkey’ and she said that she is..!! I even heard noises! It sounded like clapping or something!” she whined