(Yuria's POV)
As I felt energy coming back to my body, I opened my eyes and slowly got up from the bed.
"Nhuuuuuuuummm..."
I couldn't help but groan a little as I stretched my arms. I hadn't have such a good night of sleep in a very long ti.
I felt more energized and alive than I thought to be possible.
Having finished to stretch he upper half of my body I looked at my side and, just as I expected, I saw the figure of Takashi profoundly asleep at my side.
His eyes were peacefully closed, his breathing was steady and calm an his hair was slightly ssy from the activities of last night and the rest he was taking on my bed.
"Hehehe"
I could help but giggle a little, thinking about the insane thing that we did last night. I was supposed to feel regretful, maybe even horrified, about what I had willingly done, but instead I felt not only at peace, but happy that it happened.
I only felt more happy one the days that my daughters were born.
Thinking bout the events of last night, a few mories from before I beca who I'm today ca back to mind.
If I ever had a mother, she either disappeared and abandoned my father and or she died when I was very young or on my birth.
My father was present, but that doesn't an it was a good thing. I actually felt sotis that it would be better if he simple vanish. He was a drunkard that would lash out and bla for every single thing that went wrong on his life. It took a long ti for to realize that it those things weren't my fault, that he simple was blaming for his own mistakes and misfortune.
I honestly thought that he just kept around to clean and cook for him.
If I was not basically being a servant in my own house, I was at school. Ideally those monts away from ho would be the best monts of my days, interacting with friends and finding so joy in life, playing and having fun with friends, making mories that I would treasure for the rest of my life, maybe even dating soone that I really like.
But reality isn't so gentle most of the tis.
It may sound like I'm cocky or a little arrogant, but I'm perfectly aware of my beauty. I'm aware how other n and so won with longing, lust and desire. It's really not that difficult to develop an instinct to notice those things after a few decades of life.
I'm aware of my own beauty today, but not so much in the past.
When soone is beautiful, if they don't have very developed social skills or an very influential background, it might more a curse than a blessing.
The girls around would rarely talk with more than necessary, and if they do it was usually hostile an hurtful words. They were either accusing of doing things that never crossed my mind, like stealing their boyfriends and such, or ignoring my existence entirely.
The boys were either intimidated by my looks or had obvious second intentions by approaching . Even if I wasn't certain of why they were talking with , sothing inside of my head said it was best for to get away from them.
Needless to say that my life could only be described as a small hell.
It wasn't long until a small group of particularly cruel girls forced to prostitute myself for them to gain money. At that point in my life I was kinda numb to everything around , just doing whatever that I felt would make my situation not turn to the worse.
It may have being one of the worst situations that I have ever experienced, but it was also in that ti I learned an important lesson for my life. The mont they engage in sex is when n are most true to their nature, revealing their true selves or a part of themselves that it was often hidden for most people. It was possible to have a better understanding of their personality and thinking by observing their actions and reactions during sex. It obviously wasn't sothing that I noticed imdiately, but over ti I noticed the patterns that lead to that conclusion.
I think that continued to happen for roughly four or five months. Most of those monts were a blur, and I don't want to think deeply about them anymore.
Strangely it was one of those incidents that turned my life a little better.
One of the clients that those girls offered was a model headhunter, soone that looked for new candidates for the business, that saw potential in . He offered and my father, my legal guardian, a contract and he happily accepted.
Over ti my father stopped to lash out at , and start to throw praise and to get in my good side in every chance he got. He probably was worried to what would happen once I beca an adult and didn't need his permission anymore to do whatever I wanted under the law.
During those days in that industry, overti I ca to gain confidence in myself and to be more aware of the circumstances around . I also developed my abilities to understand a man's nature during those tis, since offering sexual favors to influential people in the industry was part of my day to day life.
My life might have turned a little to the better, but still wasn't anything to be proud of. On the surface I was a beautiful woman living a life that many people could only dream, but in reality I was a little more than a glorified prostitute.
Despite all of the hardships that I continued to face, selling myself for better deals, having to tolerate my sorry excuse for a father around and having to deal with persistent businessn around offering deals that were too good to be true, I still tried my hardest to survive.
I even believed at that ti that I was happy.
I would proudly show my body to any person wiling to pay the right price, jump on any cock that appear in front of and surround myself with n eager to have their share of my body whenever I had the chance.
I felt that those smalls monts of bliss were the only thing that I need, that those small amounts of attention of n and won around was all the happiness that I could possible need to be happy.
...that all changed when I discovered my first pregnancy.
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