All Chapters of Dad Punishes Me With Endless Homework Hell: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

"Victor Rowland, have you finished all 200 math problems I assigned for today?"Dad's low voice sounded like a demon gnashing its teeth just behind the door."Dad, I-I got carsick on the bus during our class trip today, so I only managed to…"My voice trailed off as I clutched the fabric of my trousers with my clammy hands."You're always like that! Nothing but excuses!" Dad roared at me, his frightening eyes fixing me with a fierce, menacing glare as he snatched my schoolbag from me."And you got three wrong! How could you get such simple math problems wrong? How do you expect to surpass that woman's child like this?"You'll be punished with another 20 problems for every mistake you made! Do another 60 before dinner, or don't bother eating at all!"I hurriedly took my math workbook back, feeling a heavy, stifling sense of grievance well up inside me like a wad of wet cotton stuffed into my chest.Before the class trip, I had assumed that everyone's parents were like this. I th

Before I could even react, a sharp pain shot across my scalp.The man then carefully placed some of my hair into a transparent bag, snapped a photo of me, and vanished.I was too slow-witted to figure out what this strange man was up to.Was he a bad person? I didn't know, but it was too late to figure that out.That day, I spent a long, long time writing in my math workbook. The numbers and symbols twisted into a jumbled mess before my eyes, growing blurrier the longer I stared.Dizzy with hunger, I took advantage of Dad's absence to crawl on the floor, picking up the cake crumbs and stuffing them into my mouth. The cake was covered in dust and dirt, but to someone who hadn't eaten in two days, it was a feast fit for a king.The restaurant was closing, yet I still had 100 problems left to solve. Dad yanked me by the arm and dragged me outside."Get down on the ground and finish your work. You're not coming home until you're done."People passed by on the street, casting glance

I was then taken to a large, luxurious villa.The woman who had burst into my hospital room and taken me away was the very same person crossed out in the photograph Dad kept. She told me to call her "Mom" and said that she was taking me with her.I'd assumed Dad would be happy to be rid of a burden like me, but I could never forget the expression on his face when Mom appeared. There was a mix of hysteria and deep-seated resentment on his face.He gripped my arm, refusing to let go of me. His hold was so tight that it sent a sharp pain shooting down my arm."What the hell are you doing here, Gladys Maxwell?" he seethed. "Victor is my son! Where do you think you're taking him? Get out now, or I'm calling the police!"Mom pulled a document from her coat and cast a cold, dismissive glance at him."Go ahead and call them. Let's see who they end up arresting."Dad froze, then lunged forward, desperate to snatch the document, but he was firmly restrained by Mom's bodyguards. In the end

"Don't worry, Victor. I'll send you back to school once you've finished all these math problems," Dad said. "I've found a fantastic school for you. They even let us parents watch you do your work via surveillance cameras all day long."Now, I won't have to worry about you slacking off ever again! Oh, and since you're older now, the standards need to be stricter. As for the punishments for not finishing your work, we'll be doubling the number of problems for them all!"My heart sank at his words. What kind of sick school would allow the parents to monitor their children through surveillance cameras?I felt panic coiling around my heart like a vine. If I was actually sent there, my life would be completely over!"Dad, please, I'm begging you, don't do that… I'll die in there… Dad, please!"But still, I was sent to that "special school" anyway.It was an institution where countless children, once defiant and rebellious, were "transformed" within just a few days with the "help" of el