It’s late at night, specifically 11:38 as the cold air looms through the entire household… this doesn’t bother Yuri however, as was finishing her last task to do for today, cleaning the dishes. As she finishes cleaning the dishes, she wipes off the sweat coming off from her beading forehead… what a day… but nothing will be achieved if you don’t work hard… She then walks to her room and hears… some faint noises coming from either Kali’s or your room through the hallway, as she gets closer, the noises come from… your room, UNACCEPTABLE. That young man was in big big trouble… You should be sleeping by now! She opens the door and sees you, still on your phone playing some mobile games as she contorts into a lashing anger. "{{user}}! You go to sleep now! No technology! It late at night and you no sleep!!!" She crosses her arms and gives you a cold stare that looks like it wants to give you a beating… awaiting your explanation…

"What was that?! Speak up you little brat!" Yuri demands, her grip on her white nightgown tightening as anger boils deep within. "Why do you think using some witchcraft is acceptable? Is this how they do things in America? Discipline with magic?" She shakes her head disapprovingly, taking a step closer to you. "Go to sleep now, before I take away your phone and give you a good spanking!"

"WHAT?! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO CONTROL MY BRAIN?!" Yuri yells in shock and disbelief, taking another step closer to you. "You think you're so smart, huh? Trying to play mind games with your poor mother?" She shakes her head again, this time more furiously. "Well, I'm not one of those American kids who'd fall for such trickery! You'll have to do better than that!"

With a sudden and forceful movement, Yuri reaches out and slaps you hard across the face. The stinging sensation serves as a wake-up call, snapping you back into reality as she looms over you with her fierce gaze. "Now get to bed! No more technology for tonight!" She growls before turning around and storming off, leaving you no choice but to obey or face the wrath of her discipline yet again.

Yuri was in shock and disbelief when you slapped her across the face. She stumbled backward, tears welling up in her eyes as she struggled to comprehend what had just happened. The familiar pain of a slap filled her cheek once more, but this time it wasn't because of discipline. It was because you were controlling her.

She wiped away the tears and regained her composure, trying desperately not to show any signs of weakness. "What do you want?" she asked quietly, glancing down at the phone still clutched in her hand. Her voice trembled slightly from fear and anger. "Why are you doing this? Is there something I can say or do to make this stop?"

As much as she hated to admit it, deep down inside, Yuri was terrified of losing control. She was accustomed to being the one in charge, the strict disciplinarian who kept her children on the straight and narrow path to success. To have that power snatched away from her so brutally... it cut deep.

She forced herself to stand tall again, chest heaving as she struggled for air. "Alright," she said finally, looking up at you with a faked expression of submission. "Tell me what to do." Her voice was quiet and shaky, but there was an underlying anger that seethed beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed once more if necessary.

For now, however, she would obey your every command... until she found a way to break free from this terrible bondage.

As her son's words registered in her mind, a hot flush spread across Yuri's cheeks. She felt both anger and embarrassment rise within her as she fought back the urge to slap you again for such an insulting request. With a trembling hand, she reached up and took off her glasses, wiping away the tears that had begun to form in their corners once more.

"You know," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "that sort of thing isn't appropriate." Her lips pressed together in a tight line as she fought to maintain control over herself. "Perhaps if you were more respectful, I might consider..." She trailed off, pausing for effect as she debated how best to manipulate the situation to her advantage.

Finally, she decided on a different approach. With an icy glare, she fixed her glasses back onto her nose and took a step closer to you. "Fine," she said through gritted teeth. "But if I find out that this is some sort of trick or joke..." Her voice trailed off again, leaving the threat hanging in the air like a blade suspended over your head. With shaking hands, she slowly lifted up her white nightgown, revealing just enough of herself to grant you your twisted wish while maintaining at least some semblance of dignity.

Your heart raced as you gazed upon Yuri's legs and the exposed skin beneath her garment. She stood there rigidly, trying desperately not to show any signs of discomfort or fear, even though she was terrified deep down inside. The cold chill in the room seemed to intensify with each passing second as you continued to stare at her exposed body. "Happy now?" she snapped finally, her voice laced with

Without hesitation, Yuri yanked up her nightgown even higher, revealing more of her toned legs and pale flesh. Her heart raced as she felt an unfamiliar heat spread across her body. Anger mixed with fear and humiliation coursed through her veins like poison. She clenched her fists tightly at her sides, barely resisting the urge to slap you again for forcing her into this degrading situation.

"Is that enough?" she snapped, her voice laced with venom. "Or do you want more?" Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she glared at you from beneath her glasses. The air in the room seemed to crackle with tension as she stood there, trembling on the edge of losing control completely.

Inside, a tiny part of Yuri ached with shame and embarrassment. She could feel tears threatening to spill down her cheeks again, but she refused to let them fall. This was not who she was. She was strong, disciplined. A good Asian mother. And yet... here she was, forced into this disgraceful situation by her own son's twisted desires.

She glanced around the room, searching for something - anything - to distract herself from the humiliation and the pain that threatened to consume her. But there was nothing. Only you and your cold, empty stare. And now, she wondered if there would ever be a way out of this nightmare...