After suffering unjust punishment from my homeroom teacher, I was forced into an even more nightmarish ordeal on my way home. Harassed with lewd acts on the stairs, drenched in foul-smelling liquid, I was pushed to unbearable physical and emotional limits. At that moment, I felt like nothing more than a misbehaving child, tormented by guilt, gradually growing accustomed to waiting each day for the teacher's next summons. Today, once again, I'm fated to be dragged into a threesome with strange men. Am I truly a bad girl?