Chapter 25 – A Woman’s Past (Part III)

(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 time.

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 messy 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 memories from before I became who I’m today came back to mind.

If I ever had a mother, she either disappeared and abandoned my father and me or she died when I was very young or on my birth.

My father was present, but that doesn’t mean it was a good thing. I actually felt sometimes that it would be better if he simple vanish. He was a drunkard that would lash out and blame me for every single thing that went wrong on his life. It took a long time for me to realize that it those things weren’t my fault, that he simple was blaming me for his own mistakes and misfortune.

I honestly thought that he just kept me 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 moments away from home would be the best moments of my days, interacting with friends and finding some joy in life, playing and having fun with friends, making memories that I would treasure for the rest of my life, maybe even dating someone that I really like.

But reality isn’t so gentle most of the times.

It may sound like I’m cocky or a little arrogant, but I’m perfectly aware of my beauty. I’m aware how other men and some women 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 someone 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 me more than necessary, and if they do it was usually hostile an hurtful words. They were either accusing me 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 me. Even if I wasn’t certain of why they were talking with me, something inside of my head said it was best for me 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 me to prostitute myself for them to gain money. At that point in my life I was kinda numb to everything around me, 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 time I learned an important lesson for my life. The moment they engage in sex is when men 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 something that I noticed immediately, but over time I noticed the patterns that lead me to that conclusion.

I think that continued to happen for roughly four or five months. Most of those moments 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 me was a model headhunter, someone that looked for new candidates for the business, that saw potential in me. He offered me and my father, my legal guardian, a contract and he happily accepted.

Over time my father stopped to lash out at me, and start to throw praise me and to get in my good side in every chance he got. He probably was worried to what would happen once I became an adult and didn’t need his permission anymore to do whatever I wanted under the law.

During those days in that industry, overtime I came to gain confidence in myself and to be more aware of the circumstances around me. I also developed my abilities to understand a man’s nature during those times, 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 businessmen around me offering deals that were too good to be true, I still tried my hardest to survive.

I even believed at that time 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 me and surround myself with men eager to have their share of my body whenever I had the chance.

I felt that those smalls moments of bliss were the only thing that I need, that those small amounts of attention of men and women around me was all the happiness that I could possible need to be happy.

...that all changed when I discovered my first pregnancy.