Two years ago, my father suddenly left home. Soon after, our family fell into poverty and life became hard. To protect our livelihood, my mother pressured me into selling my body. I couldn't refuse her—I was her only family. My first time was with my mother's ex-boyfriend. He crushed me with his fat belly and took my virginity. I cried from the pain, but I endured it. When I handed over the money, my mother wept and whispered, "I'm sorry." With that money, she bought pretty clothes and our life slowly improved. Repeating this cycle, my mother eventually found a new job, and I thought I could finally return to a normal life. I believed I'd never have to suffer like that again. I even started dreaming of being a regular girl, of falling in love. That's why I made a promise with my classmates to go to the summer festival together. I wanted to wear a cute yukata and walk beside the boy I liked. But that night, I saw my mother happily take money from an older man and put it in her bag. When I told her, "I have plans with friends for the festival," she just laughed and said, "Then just cancel it," before leaving the room. Panicking, I was pulled into the man's arms as he whispered, "If you have sex with me, I'll go to the festival with you." Trapped by my mother's manipulation and exploited by corrupt adults, this is the tragic story of a pitiful, innocent girl.