My Youth as a Sugar Daddy (Part 1 & 2)

My Youth as a kept woman (Part 1 & 2
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One of my youthful years was marked by hardship. In my second year of high school, my family suffered a devastating blow: my father's political career failed, he was imprisoned, and the family fortune was confiscated. My mother persevered until after my college entrance exams, but then suffered a mental breakdown and is currently receiving treatment in a mental hospital. Many relatives were implicated because of my father's situation and now treat my mother and daughter with dread. Starting in my senior year of high school, this once-proud daughter had to face a completely new life. To fulfill her parents' wishes, she endured immense mental pressure and gained admission to the best university in the area, majoring in the best program. However, in her first year, she faced the harsh reality of her mother's illness—the family's only source of income. Suddenly, she had no money for even basic living expenses. She had to support herself entirely, even using her meager income to care for her mother. The burden of life weighed heavily on her. During her first semester, she worked as a tutor, at a supermarket, and distributed flyers—doing everything she could find. But because she wasted so much time, her studies suffered. She failed three courses at the end of her first semester; if she failed another, she would be demoted or even expelled. Desperate, a friend she met while working introduced her to a job at a dimly lit dance hall during the summer vacation, where she could dance for customers for ten yuan a song. On her first day, she wore faded jeans and a light-colored long-sleeved shirt, her hair in a small ponytail. Her still-developing figure contrasted sharply with the dimly lit hall, where couples embracing were a common sight. Her heart pounded. Her friend, dressed provocatively, gave her some advice and was quickly pulled away by a young man. Alone, she was even more nervous. She saw the dancers embracing tightly, and men's hands shamelessly slipping under women's skirts. Men touching women's breasts was almost a common sight. Some even went into private rooms further inside the hall after a brief discussion. She sighed inwardly, "What kind of place is this?" She hesitated, wondering if she should run away. Several men approached her, inviting her to dance, but she refused them all. A burly young man, two lecherous middle-aged men, and a sleazy old man—she swore he was at least 70—she turned them all down. She'd never even held a man's hand before, and the thought of being defiled by these scumbags here made her want to die. But thinking about the courses she'd failed, she hesitated. She knew that if she had time to study, her grades wouldn't be so bad; she'd wasted too much time and energy on those part-time jobs. She couldn't bear to leave university. Just as she was caught in this dilemma, another man approached her. In the dim light of the changing music, she was surprised to find that the man standing next to her was actually quite handsome. Although he didn't look young, probably in his thirties, a mature charm combined with a scholarly air made her momentarily stunned. Would a man like that come to a dance hall like this? She was a little surprised. She subconsciously forgot to refuse and accepted his invitation. Her first customer was him. His hands weren't at all honest; he groped her buttocks and then her breasts. She almost lost her temper. But he was experienced and calmed her downcast. He became more respectful, and after five dances, it was time for dinner. He wanted to take her out to eat. She resented him, but then thought, "I've already touched you, might as well take advantage of him." So he led her away from the dance hall. Seeing her wolfing down her food at dinner, he felt a pang of sadness. He became interested in her. He asked her about her background, surprised that she came from such a good university. He was drawn to her naiveté and innocence and wanted to help her. He talked about helping her find a job and make friends. He wanted to introduce her to a job as a model. The only condition was that they be friends. She saw through the lewd intentions of this middle-aged man, twice her age but not unattractive. She gritted her teeth and agreed. The condition was that they would be paid to be friends, no less than the daily income from the dance hall, and she couldn't be forced to do things she didn't like. The implication was that sleeping together was the bottom line. She just wanted to use this excuse to stop him. Unexpectedly, he agreed. He was basically just having fun teasing this girl he liked. But he also noticed her good upbringing and persistence in some details. They set conditions, and both accepted them. She received her first month's salary, 3000 yuan. He didn't pester her too much, then took her to a movie. After the movie, he hugged her, kissed her, and easily took her first kiss. To hide her embarrassment, she pretended not to care. He didn't linger and let her go back to school. This relieved her. The next day, she couldn't wait to see her mother, but was shocked by her mother's poor medical conditions. She knew that if she continued going to dance halls, she would inevitably fall into depravity. She didn't want to be ruined; if she did, no matter what help her parents received, they wouldn't forgive her, and she herself wouldn't forgive herself. So she decided to continue working hard. Fortunately, the money he gave her for dating and the money he introduced her to as a model helped her somewhat. He didn't harass her frequently, only asking her out once or twice a week. They ate meals, watched movies, held hands, and kissed and hugged. He noticed her frantic efforts and realized this girl must have a story. But he didn't ask too many questions. He simply took care of her, took her out for nice meals, and she, initially wary of him, gradually became accustomed to enjoying the rare relaxation she felt with him. She was very considerate and never asked for anything excessive. She didn't show any obsequiousness or pettiness towards the various high-class experiences he provided. He was somewhat shocked by her composure and even more curious about her identity. Soon, a month passed, summer vacation ended, and he decided to continue dating her. She also tacitly accepted the money he gave her for the second month's expenses. After the new semester started, she reduced her part-time job to avoid falling behind in her studies. With the money he gave her, she could finally at least appear to be living a normal college life. The difference was the weekly meetings with him and the concern for her mother. Her suitors gradually increased. The most outstanding boy pursued her very persistently. She liked this boy a little. But she rationally refused to accept him because she needed his monthly money. Without this money, her college life would have returned to darkness. While dating him, she often felt guilty taking his money because he never forced her; aside from their first dance, he had never even touched her sensitive areas. She couldn't quite understand him and was curious about him. She started subtly probing into his affairs. He didn't hide much, telling her about his marriage. His wife suffered from depression, and their marriage was essentially sexless. He was a senior engineer, an investor with a high income, and occasionally saw women, but almost never had sex because he also suffered from phobias of illness. She felt a pang of sympathy for him. One night in his car, she helped him release his desire. She felt it was something she should and could do. Just when they both felt things were going well, a new crisis arose. Her mother's illness suddenly worsened. The attending physician told her that if her mother didn't receive urgent treatment for this special procedure, the relapse would completely destroy her chances of recovery. This meant her mother would be mentally unstable for the rest of her life. She knew that even if her mother lived, it would be a living hell. To save her mother, she needed to raise the first 100,000 yuan for treatment, totaling 300,000 yuan for three courses. She tried everything, but she was at her wit's end. She didn't want to admit it, but she knew perfectly well that the only thing she could sell was her youthful, beautiful body. She couldn't bear to watch her mother lose hope. He noticed her recent anxiety. He asked her what was wrong and if there was anything he could do to help. After much thought, she decided that even if she sold herself, she had to find someone she didn't dislike. If he didn't buy her, she would have to resort to high-interest loans and become a prostitute. She mustered her courage and told him she wanted him to support her for 100,000 yuan a year, for at least three years. Payments would be made in installments, covering all living expenses, and the debt would be settled after three years. Neither of them could cling to the other. During these three years, she would be his mistress, satisfying his physical needs. As long as his requests weren't excessive, she would comply without hesitation. He couldn't reveal their relationship. He was shocked by the girl's directness and realized she might be in serious trouble again. He found the terms of the arrangement somewhat amusing. He deliberately said he couldn't accept a virgin because he didn't want to take on so much responsibility. She inwardly cursed his shamelessness. She quickly declared that she'd lost her virginity to her first love in high school. Everything would be done according to the terms. She wouldn't cling to him. She even mocked him, saying that three years later, she would be a beautiful young woman while he was old and ugly; who would want to cling to him then? He was slightly taken aback, but also captivated by her composure. After some consideration, he realized he was indeed somewhat tempted by this young girl. In fact, all his money was in the stock market; the stock market was his real profession, and he wasn't short of money. He decided to "take care" of this girl. He was somewhat inclined to help her.He mischievously proposed a condition: for the next three years, he wouldn't force the girl to fall in love with him, but he wouldn't allow her to fall in love with anyone else. He absolutely forbade any other man to touch her. Without much thought, she agreed. Thus, a sugar daddy agreement was quickly finalized. He also took advantage of a recent stock market surge, giving the girl a portion of his profits, totaling 110,000 yuan. He claimed it was a year's sugar daddy fee, plus two months' living expenses. She looked at him, a little touched, but mostly saddened by her own fate. She had fallen, but for her mother's sake, she didn't regret it. She arranged her mother's follow-up treatment plan, knowing this day was inevitable. She suggested a trip, not too far, just a weekend on a nearby island. She wanted to completely give herself to him. She didn't want to break her promise; her parents' upbringing had instilled in her a gentle exterior but a strong interior. He didn't actually take the sugar daddy agreement that seriously; he even thought that if she begged him, he would soften and let her go. He considered the money a loan, to be repaid whenever she had it. He only asked that she continue as before, letting him hug and kiss her, and occasionally helping him release his desires. He planned to clarify things with her during their trip. Each with their own thoughts, they embarked on a two-day island trip. She had visited this island when she was in her first year of high school; back then, her father was at the height of his power, and she was like a little princess, staying in the best room of the island's best hotel. A weekend with her, that left her with wonderful memories. He didn't take her to the most expensive hotel, but found a quiet, clean one. She was a little disappointed, even a little disdainful—what kind of lover is someone without money? He didn't care about her pickiness; he planned to confront her that night, telling her that his so-called "keeping" fee was a loan. She could pay it back whenever she wanted. Deep down, he felt a pang of pity for this stubborn and intelligent girl. She was lost in her memories, oblivious to his hesitant words. That evening, she suggested they go to a bar for drinks. Seeing her expectant look, he didn't object. They both drank quite a bit. At the bar, he got into a fight with two thugs for her sake. She realized how strong he was, and she felt protected. Her feelings for him grew stronger. Back at the hotel, she went to shower first, then urged him to shower as well. He, still sweaty from the bar, obediently went to shower as well. When he came out, intending to get down to business, he found her only in her underwear. It was the first time he'd seen her body. Although he'd touched her breasts and buttocks at the dance hall before, it was nothing compared to the stimulation he felt now. Having not done this in a long time, he found himself losing control. He always prided himself on his strong will, but he found his so-called willpower utterly vulnerable in the face of this woman's sudden display of sensuality. What was worse, she was completely unguarded around him. Before his last shred of clarity vanished, he gritted his teeth and told her his thoughts. She hesitated for a moment, but quickly replied that she didn't want his pity; it was her choice. That one word, "willing," completely shattered his remaining willpower. He roughly pushed her away, and soon, they were naked together. He grasped her two soft, firm breasts. They were dazzlingly white. She suddenly struggled, got up, dimmed the lights, and the two rolled around together again. Soon, his erection pressed against her softness, and she gripped his arms tightly with both hands; he felt her tension. Suppressing his urge to finish, he slowed his pace. He felt her tightness. A question arose in his mind: "Is this your first time?" he asked. She paused noticeably, then immediately replied, "No, it's been a long time." "It's okay." His mind was noticeably sluggish from the alcohol, and he quickly resumed. Soon, her tense legs slowly relaxed under his gentle friction. He could feel her wetness, and finally, he gritted his teeth and slowly but firmly thrust inside. She let out a soft gasp, gripping his arms tightly. She sighed inwardly. She was his woman now. Tears welled up uncontrollably, and he saw them glistening in her eyes. He slowed his pace again. Slowly, her heart began to itch from the point where their bodies met, and they both reached climax. Seeing her aroused, he quickened his pace. He adored her youthful, vibrant body, and the two of them made love passionately, ultimately reaching ecstasy together multiple times. He fell into a deep sleep. She, however, couldn't sleep. Lying quietly beside him, she looked at his gently snoring face, his face clearly no longer young, but still very handsome. Tears streamed down her face. She had given herself to this man. She didn't dislike him, but he was so far removed from the person of her youthful dreams. Slowly, she fell asleep with tears in her eyes, utterly exhausted from the ordeal. He slept soundly, all the pent-up frustration of the past few days vanished. He felt like a fully charged battery, the world in his grasp. He woke up and looked out the window; it was already late. He saw her tear-streaked face, and his heart filled with tenderness. He gently removed her arms from his, sat up, and lifted the covers, intending to get up. Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a striking crimson stain on the sheets. His heart clenched! Why? She woke up too. He asked her, and her eyes flickered. She smiled casually, pretending to be nonchalant, "It's nothing, maybe my last boyfriend didn't break it." She tried to reassure him not to mind. Looking into her eyes, he suddenly realized she was lying. He didn't call her out. He gently pulled her into his arms and whispered clearly in her ear, "From today onwards, for at least the next three years, you are mine. My woman, I won't let her be sad." For some reason, tears welled up in her eyes. She hugged him tightly, not knowing what was wrong with her. She just felt so wronged. She wanted to cry. Back at the hotel, she went to take a shower first, then urged him to go with her. He had just returned from the bar, covered in sweat, so he obediently went to shower as well. When he came out, wanting to get down to business, he found her wearing only her underwear. It was the first time he had seen her body. Although he had touched her breasts and buttocks at the dance hall before, it was nothing compared to the stimulation he felt now. Having not done this in a long time, he found himself losing control. He had always prided himself on his strong will. But he found that his so-called willpower was utterly vulnerable in the face of this little woman's sudden display of sensuality. Even worse, she was completely defenseless against him. Before his last shred of clarity vanished, he gritted his teeth and told her his thoughts. She hesitated for a moment, but quickly replied that she didn't want his pity; it was her choice. That one word, "willing," completely shattered his remaining will. He roughly pushed her away, and soon, they were naked together. He grasped her soft breasts, small but firm. Her whiteness was dazzling. She suddenly struggled, got up, dimmed the lights, and they rolled around together again. Soon, his erection pressed against her softness, and she gripped his arms tightly with both hands; he felt her tension. Suppressing his urge to finish, he slowed his pace. He felt her tightness. A question arose in his mind: "Is this your first time?" he asked. She paused noticeably, then immediately replied, "No, it's been a long time. It's okay." His mind was noticeably sluggish from the alcohol, but he quickly resumed. Soon, her tense legs slowly relaxed under his gentle caresses. He could feel her wetness, and finally, he gritted his teeth and slowly but firmly thrust inside. She let out a soft moan, gripping his arms tightly. She sighed inwardly. She was his woman. Tears welled up uncontrollably, and he saw them reflected in her eyes. He slowed his pace again. Slowly, her heart began to itch at the point where their bodies met, and they both reached climax. Seeing her passion, he quickened his pace. He adored her youthful, vibrant body, and they made love passionately. Finally, they both reached ecstasy multiple times. He fell into a deep sleep. She, however, couldn't sleep, lying quietly beside him. She looked at his face, which was clearly no longer young but still handsome, as he gently snored. Tears streamed down her face. She had given herself to this man. She didn't dislike him, but he was so far removed from the person of her youthful dreams. Slowly, she fell asleep with tears in her eyes, utterly exhausted. He slept soundly, all the pent-up frustration of the past few days vanished. He felt like a fully charged battery, the world in his grasp. He woke up and saw that it was getting late. He saw her tear-streaked face. His heart filled with tenderness. He gently removed her arms from his, sat up, and lifted the covers, intending to get up. Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a striking crimson stain on the sheets. His heart clenched! Why? She was awake too. He asked her, her eyes shifting, then she smiled casually, saying, "Nothing, maybe my last boyfriend didn't manage to break it." She reassured him not to mind. Looking into her eyes, he suddenly realized she was lying. He didn't call her out. He gently pulled her into his arms. He whispered clearly in her ear, word by word, "From today onwards, for at least the next three years, you are mine. My woman, I will not let her be sad." For some reason, tears welled up in her eyes. She hugged him tightly, not knowing what was wrong with her. She just felt so wronged. She wanted to cry. Finally, he gritted his teeth and slowly but firmly thrust inside her. She let out a soft gasp, gripping his arms tightly with both hands. She sighed inwardly. She was his woman now. Involuntarily, tears streamed down her face, and he saw them in her eyes. He slowed his pace. Slowly, her heart...Their bodies began to itch, and they gradually reached their climax. Seeing her aroused, he quickened his pace. He adored her youthful and vibrant body, and the two of them made love passionately. Finally, they both reached ecstasy multiple times. He fell into a deep sleep. She, however, couldn't sleep and lay quietly beside him. She looked at his face, which was clearly no longer young but still very handsome, as he gently snored. Tears streamed down her face. She had given herself to this man. She didn't dislike him, but he was so far removed from the person of her youthful dreams. Slowly, she fell asleep with tears in her eyes, exhausted from the ordeal. He slept soundly. The restlessness of the past few days vanished. He felt like a fully charged battery, the world in his hands. He woke up and saw that it was getting late. He saw her tear-streaked face. His heart was filled with tenderness. He gently removed her hands from his arm, sat up, lifted the covers, and prepared to get up. Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to the striking crimson stain on the sheets. His heart clenched! Why? She was awake too. He asked her, her eyes shifting, then she smiled casually, "Nothing, maybe my last boyfriend didn't manage to break it." She tried to reassure him. Looking into her eyes, he suddenly realized she was lying. He didn't call her out. He gently pulled her into his arms. He whispered clearly in her ear, each word distinct: "From today onwards, for at least the next three years, you are mine. My woman, I won't let her be hurt." For some reason, tears welled up in her eyes. She hugged him tightly, not knowing what was wrong with her. She just felt so wronged. She wanted to cry. She tried to reassure him. Looking into her eyes, he suddenly realized she was lying. He didn't call her out. He gently pulled her into his arms. He whispered clearly in her ear, each word distinct: "From today onwards, for at least the next three years, you are mine. My woman, I won't let her be hurt." For some reason, tears welled up in her eyes. She hugged him tightly, not knowing what was wrong with her. She just felt so wronged. She wanted to cry.
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