Even after becoming a married woman, my trained body couldn’t forget the pleasure. My fiancé’s father was the man who made me a woman.
Eight years ago, I was a troubled teenager.
I thought that once my mom remarried, I’d finally be able to live without worrying about money.
But the man who became my stepfather was just putting on a show of being a good person.
On nights when Mom wasn’t home, he raped me.
I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t tell my mother, who depended entirely on him.
Girls with no place to go and no money all end up doing the same thing…
After that, I went to college using the allowance I received from an older man I met through sugar dating.
That was the last I saw of him.
And now, eight years later, the older man I reunited with turned out to be my fiancé’s father.
