Trash father and filial daughter.During the summer vacation of her XNUMXth 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 is 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 meI 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.