My relationship with my stepfather is as unsettling and complicated as the title "A Deadbeat Stepdad and His Obedient Daughter" suggests. In a hotel room, I’m shown meeting a creepy middle-aged man introduced by my stepfather. He tries to convince me, saying, "Just endure for a few hours and you'll be generously rewarded," but his words hold no weight. A man who works for nothing, drowns in gambling, and sacrifices his family—his promises are nothing but empty sweet talk. For the sake of my family, I’ve numbed my heart and simply endured the passing of time. Several times a month, my sister and I take turns being used by strange men, reducing my life to nothing more than a job. I don’t feel anything—once their cocks spurt cum, it’s over. When I return home and take a bath, I pretend to forget everything. I’ve accepted this reality with resignation—until today. Today was different. Today, I truly didn’t want to do it. Because a boy from my class, someone I’ve had feelings for a long time, had invited me out. I wanted to experience youth, to have a sweet romance. So I said, "I’d really like to go home early today." But my desperate plea was merely laughed off—“No way, we’re having sex until I’m satisfied”—and he pinned me down. His foul, sewage-like breath hit my face as I succumbed to his relentless assault. Moans and tears poured out uncontrollably as I was used and abused by these utterly despicable adults, reduced to nothing but a pitiful girl. The day I finally reached my breaking point—the day my heart could no longer endure—would leave a deep, lasting scar on my life.