Trash father and filial daughter. During the summer vacation of her 6th grade, her mother disappeared. Life was tumbling down a hill. When I became a junior high school student, my father told me to sell pants to a man I didn't know. I sold my spit, I sold my pee, I sold myself. "After all, the first thing will make money. I wonder if your hymen will regenerate again (laughs)." From there, he was sold every week. The guests my father brought with me seemed to think of me as a toy or something, and they hurt me and made me dirty. The money I received was taken by my father, and if I disobeyed, I would be beaten. why did my mother leave me I wonder why she doesn't help anyone. Is it okay if I die? When I was thinking about that, I was bought by that old man. The old man was a pervert who wanted to drink my pee, but he didn't hurt or hurt me and said he loved me. He petted me and said it was cute. I knew it was all a lie. Still, I wanted to cling to those words, so I seduced the old man. "If you buy me every week, I don't care if it's raw." A story about a pitiful girl who asks a scum man for help.
