Idols, hostesses, rental girlfriends, con cafes, erotic accounts, sex workers. There are so many creepy old men who Kokoro think they have acquired the girls' hearts, even though they are only exchanging their time, beauty, smiles, and bodies for money, and fall in love with them, get jealous, and get angry. I wish they would just realize that they are only dreaming about the price they paid. I'm sick of it. But they might be better off. Because they could have chosen where to sell themselves, and could have run away. I didn't have that freedom. It's been a year since my father forced me into prostitution, saying it was for the sake of the family. I remember the despair I felt when I saw the profile of the man who counted the bills without paying any attention to me, crying and moaning, after my virginity was taken by an old man I didn't know. At that moment, I decided. If you're going to take it from me, I'll take it from you. I'll confuse the customers with sweet words that they'll like, swallow their smelly sperm with a big smile, and play the role of the ideal girl. So everyone, give me more pocket money. To leave my family and friends behind and run away from here Itsuka. The old man I met today is one of those people, he bought me with his money, but he keeps saying he likes me and loves me, it's annoying. I was going to deal with him like always, and squeeze as much out of him as I could, but... This is the story of a pathetic girl who tried to outwit her scum father, nasty customers, and filthy adults and survive strong.