DFE-091 Supported by My Daughter: Mea Amami

My mom was crying and yelling, saying, I’m only doing something a little inappropriate with an older guy! Why won’t you help me!

She had moved from Osaka to Tokyo after falling for some shady story about opening a shop there with a friend she had recently met. But that so-called friend had gone completely out of contact, and the money she had entrusted to them had vanished too. After losing both her job and her savings, my desperate mom came up with the idea of relying on me.

10,000 yen for a first meeting, 20,000 yen for a karaoke date, and an extra 5,000 yen for holding hands and a hug. Anything beyond that was negotiable. Older men, drawn in by my looks and youth, would hand over pocket money with lecherous smiles. Sure, I had done compensated dating back home, and I never pretended to be innocent. But dealing with older men had become exhausting, and I had planned to take things seriously here. Besides, isn’t that the kind of thing a parent should never say?

And this is what happened when I refused.

My mom was throwing a tantrum, crying her eyes out, while some creepy old man grinned beside her. I’m the one who wants to cry in this hellish situation…

Thank you, Mea-chan! Mommy’s going to do her best!

She happily tucked away the money and left the room.

You’re going to listen to me? What a good girl.

When I turned my face away from his foul breath, the old man laughed and pulled me close by the shoulder.

My mother and I have lived together all this time. So I can’t abandon her now.

The story of a pitiful girl used by adults.