Behind the scenes

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry!"

Just as in any production or television broadcast, along the fringes of that distorted space existed backstage areas and dressing rooms where the "actors"—the unfortunate victims—could take a brief intermission after their performances.

"I am completely disqualified as a mother!"

And while having a break might seem like a merciful or positive respite at first glance, the stark reality was that it was an infinitely cruel trap, engineered for the sole purpose of inflicting even deeper despair upon their souls, forcing them to regain their senses long enough to become fully aware of the abominations they had just committed.

"It's okay... Sniff... I know Mom wasn't herself back then..."

As a result, a mother and her young son, still stripped of all clothing from the previous scene, sat in adjacent chairs before a lit vanity mirror.

"But... but... I failed you so terribly as your mother!!"

The glass in front of them reflected a heartbreakingly grotesque image with agonizing clarity: the boy, his gaze shattered and offering no resistance, suckled at his mother's bare breasts as if he were an infant again, while the woman broke down into muffled sobs, begging for forgiveness through her tears.

"So... as my apology for what I put you through... go ahead, suckle on my breasts as much as you want!"

Whenever the live performance lights temporarily dimmed, the victims regained a portion of their lucidity along with vivid memories of every act, touch, and humiliation their bodies had involuntarily executed. However...

"Okay... Then, let's go eat..."

... As a consequence, the line between sanity and madness grew increasingly blurred.

"Ooooooohhh... That's... Suck more, squeeze more!!"

Having been coerced countless times into situations where they had to perform while keeping their awareness but completely losing motor control, shifting unpredictably between a state of submissive puppets and the forced distortion of their own moral values, their minds ultimately fractured.

"... Slurp... Yes... Mom..."

At this point, the abyss of insanity had not only caught up with them, but had woven itself into their daily lives as the only possible way to endure the horror.

"It makes me so sick... Being forced to do things like that..."

Just like the mother and son, countless people trapped in that realm had already lost most of their sanity.

"Especially that damn segment!"

Among them was Tanya, the young university student who once dreamed of becoming a professional broadcaster.

"Ugh... Just remembering it makes me genuinely nauseous!"

At that moment, she was pacing hastily through the endless, labyrinthine hallways of the facility.

"What on earth is that 'Common Sense Test'?!"

As she walked, Tanya was ranting aloud about one of the show's most nefarious segments.

"Bzzzz! Time's up!"

Styled like a traditional classroom, the Q&A section purported to test general knowledge, but its true purpose was to shatter and rewrite the participants' core perception of reality.

"The correct answer to 'What is your son's favorite food?' is: bare breast milk straight from the source!"

The show subjected the victims' minds to the most absurd assertions put forward by the clown host.

"What...? Is that impossible for me as a mother...? Of course not, I love feeding him like that!"

Through this process, the participants' common sense was irreversibly warped around the questions and answers provided.

"Bzzzz! From now on, you are only romantically attracted to cute crossdressing boys!"

As a result, the segment drastically accelerated the mental degradation of anyone who sat at those desks.

"Damn perverted clown! I'm going to kill you! Ugh...! Though... of course I love crossdressing boys, that's just common sense!"

Regardless of the individual or their initial willpower, everyone who participated was affected.

"Ugh...! I feel nauseous again just remembering it!!!"

And naturally, Tanya was no exception to the rule.

"I will never forgive him for this!"

Overwhelmed by an uncontrollable mix of anger, disgust, and forced arousal, she slipped her hand under her short skirt and began touching herself right then and there in the middle of the corridor.

"At this point, I'm just going to masturbate right now...!!!"

To her altered mind, it was now entirely logical and natural to masturbate whenever she was upset while thinking about overpowering someone else.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh... I need a dick... I want to fuck right now...!"

And it was precisely as a result of being in that helpless, trance-like state...

"Huh...?"

... That her eyes caught sight of a young boy with silver hair, sleeping peacefully in a corner of the facility.

"... Gulp."

It was then that she found the perfect prey, whom she decided to "sample" without a second thought.