I have an older brother. He was a very kind man who supported me when we didn't have parents. At one point, he became addicted to alcohol and gambling, and couldn't keep up with paying off his debts, so he even started taking my part-time job money. One day, he took me to a hotel room, saying he had a part-time job that paid well, and there was a creepy old man waiting for me. "You're a woman now, so sell your body and earn some money for me." At first, I refused with all my might, but for the sake of my brother, who had raised me this far, I decided to endure and accept it just this once. Little did I know that from now on, I would have to endure hellish days to support this worthless brother...