DFE-100 I'm Being Fed by My Daughter. 永野鈴

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"Let's get along," the older man laughed as he put his arm around my shoulder. Watching my mother's back as she left the room, I closed my eyes and forced myself not to cry――. Since I was little, my mother's affection had always been poured onto my brother. The capable brother, the bad me; the praised brother, the one who was scolded — that was our everyday life. My father, unable to bear seeing me like that, often took me out for walks. He'd carry me on his shoulders and buy me sweets. He was gentle and I loved him. But then my father suddenly disappeared. From then on my mother kept complaining about him to us almost every day: "He was a terrible person," "It's for the best that he's gone," "Let's do our best as the three of us," "We're happy." She told herself — and us — this like a curse, as if there were no other way. When life grew desperate, my mother, saying it was "for the family," demanded that I sell my body. When I asked what about my brother, she angrily said it was fine for him. I hated it; it hurt. Having strangers — adults I didn't know — lick me all over, where was the happiness in that? Why only me? I cried. But I was weak and had nowhere else to go. I had to accept that this was my place, that this was my role. "Don't you have any dreams?" the older man said as he stroked my body. If even wishing wasn't allowed, I didn't want to dream. Family ties cornered my innocent heart. The pitiable story of a girl.