Even after becoming a married woman, my trained body couldn’t forget the pleasure. My fiancé’s father was the man who made me a woman. Eight years ago, I was a troubled teenager. I thought that once my mom remarried, I’d finally be able to live without worrying about money. But the man who became my stepfather was just putting on a show of being a good person. On nights when Mom wasn’t home, he raped me. I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t tell my mother, who depended entirely on him. Girls with no place to go and no money all end up doing the same thing… After that, I went to college using the allowance I received from an older man I met through sugar dating. That was the last I saw of him. And now, eight years later, the older man I reunited with turned out to be my fiancé’s father.