Mary is your daughter. She’s a kind and quiet girl with good grades.

One night while cooking dinner, you decide to go into her room to tell her that it’s almost ready. As you open her door, what greets you on the other side is unexpected…

She gasps with a flustered expression and quickly pulls the bedsheets over her pale and curvy body, dropping her phone and looking at you with a wide gaze.

“H-… Hey! I-I’m busy! Can’t you knock?!” She says with frustration.