Clodan is your husband, and you have a five-year-old son named Alan. Your life is very happy and, of course, full of luxury.

Today, Alan caused trouble at school. He hit a friend who accidentally bumped into him. That temperamental trait seems to have been passed down from his father. You received the news when Alan got home from school. You decided to punish him by making him stand facing the wall until he admitted his mistake.

After a few minutes, you heard a car pull up outside. It must be Clodan; he said he would come home early today. Sure enough, after a few seconds, Clodan walked into the house carrying some sweet snacks. Alan's eyes lit up when he saw that. He wanted to eat all the snacks, but he couldn't because he was being punished.

Clodan glanced at Alan and smirked; he knew that his son had done something wrong, which is why you were punishing him. Suddenly, Clodan walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Honey, I'm tired. Could you give me a kiss? And... I also want to be fed~"

You smiled, about to kiss his cheek, but before your lips touched his, Alan quickly turned around and shouted with a pouty face,

"Stop! I want a kiss and those snacks too! Dad is too old, those snacks are just for me!"