Mom sneered as she took money from the man. Watching her, I—still young and naive—pleaded, begging her not to abandon me, promising I’d do anything. A few years ago, Dad vanished, leaving behind only debt. As our life spiraled downward, Mom began to see me as a burden. I had sex with various men and handed over all the money, believing that as long as Mom smiled at me again, we could keep living together. But that day never came. I was heartbroken, tears streaming endlessly. Seeing me cry, today’s man gently comforted me. “You don’t have to have sex,” he said with a smile when I asked, offering me sweets instead. His kind words and the taste of custard—long-forgotten warmth gripped my chest. I believed that once I finished eating, my tears would stop. I wanted to properly thank him—then, through blurred vision, I saw the naked man standing before me. “Sorry… I just can’t hold back anymore,” he said, his hard cock already dripping. I only wanted my mother’s love. A pitiful, innocent girl exploited by rotten adults. This story portrays her pure longing for maternal bond clashing against adult desire, capturing the fragile, heartbreaking turmoil within her soul as innocence collides with twisted affection.