DFE-086 I'm Being Fed by My Daughter. Misaki Oto

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“If you don't like it, take the money and run. They're buying women too; you'll just have to put up with it,” Mom would say, but she never told me what to do when that wasn't an option. “There are kids who run away, like you. Can I call your mother?” The old man's tone was calm, but the thick fingers that gripped my wrist dug in, and his eyes didn't smile at all—. "I'm your new dad." The fourth 'dad' introduced by Mom was a dark-skinned man with sharp eyes who, while saying things like “Be quiet, Mom's sleeping,” was a man who would force himself on me. Even so, he was important to Mom, and when the men said, “Sell yourself to earn money for the family,” Mom said, “Good idea,” and joined them in persuading me. My beloved Mom was my only family, so I endured the hateful things. I thought I could help and be praised. I believed Mom loved me. "Don't go to the cops. You messed up, so you take responsibility." My mother's cold voice over the phone and the man's laughter. Looking down at the old man licking my feet, I bit my lip hard. Used by filthy adults, my heart and body were eaten away. A pitiful girl's story.