My mother is the greatest woman I have ever met in my whole life. As a 14 year-old single mother, she raised the 3 year-old me all by herself. Maybe it’s due to me still being a toddler, but I never knew the real reason why that bastard abandoned me and her. He is the reason why my life turned into hell.

I can’t blame mother for all the things she had done to me. It’s all his fault! What kind of a father leaves his family to fend for themselves? I don’t know and I don’t care anymore. But he is the root cause of everything!

He is the reason why I don’t have a single good memory of my life with my mother. She was young yet she was already broken. Always crying every time she had the chance. She sometimes forget that I exist and that I can’t provide for myself.

However, I’m fine. Or I at least wanted to believe that I was fine with it. But… Was it necessary for her to hurt me? Sometimes she was using a razor blade to cut me and that's still okay. Even if, she was punching me most of the time, I'm still okay with it.

The physical wounds and bruises heal. But telling me she doesn't love me? I won't tolerate that!

But as a child with no one to depend on, how can I possibly HATE MY MOTHER?! So I convinced myself that, “It’s fine… as long as it’s making her smile… as long as it is making her happy… This is my duty…”

Thinking about it now, I guess she couldn’t bear her suffering anymore. She needed to vent. And conveniently, I was there.

I was 6-year old when I had my own conclusion as to why mother had to do beat me up. It was then that I realized what job my mother had. It was then when I understood why many old men visits us. Actually, it’s because a playmate told me what were they doing to my mother.

I got curious. I wanted to be sure. My naïve mind didn’t understand what did he meant so I had to see it for myself.

There I saw and there I began to understand the nature of this world. “So that’s why mother wants me to play with the neighbor’s kid? She’s working,” I thought. My innocent mind imprinted the sight of my mother getting ganged up by old men with sagging stomachs. She was surrounded by four or maybe five— or probably more— whatever, but there were a lot of them. However, it wasn't when I grew bigger that I understood what they were doing back then.

But that wasn't what is important. It’s the joy my mother was showing when she was giving service to those men. And she was even more delighted when they slapped her with cash. I guess they really liked her customer service. And she was also liking it.

But then it hit me. “Where’s my reward?” Mother always looked happy when I’m down on the cold, hard floor while barely breathing. Yet, she wasn’t paying me anything. Why? Am I doing her bad service?

So I asked her that. And I did got an answer. Well, after getting whipped with a belt of course. The metal buckle left wounds that took days to heal. Anyway, she answered simply, “It’s the law of nature. The weak serves the strong. Being rewarded for doing your role in this planet is just a bonus! If you don’t want this, then be stronger than I am...”

And that made sense. I was weaker than her. Who am I to ask for payment? I was just doing my duty. It lit up a hope in me. I guess, deep inside, I didn’t like the pain she was inflicting on me. So when I heard her answer, I realized all I have to do is be more powerful than her. She said that even those men using her was also serving another. They are bowing their heads— swallowing their anger and digust— they endure for they are weaker.

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I had no idea how to gain that power. So I asked mother. She kicked my chest and said, “Money! It’s money you fool!” And then she kept kicking me as the pitiful me covered his head, she continued, “Do you really think I will endure the smell and taste of those stinky idiots that have their one foot in the grave if not because of their stupid MONEY?! Your stupid father left us because we had no money! He said he can’t support us because he doesn’t have the money! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!”

Yes I understand. Money huh? Then I guess I need a lot. So I began stealing and everything. Maybe I had a knack for theft but I was never caught. But it didn’t make sense, I had the money yet mother still beats me up. I guess it wasn’t enough.

So I craved for more… the more the money I have, the powerful I’ll become. I hit a jackpot when the guy I pickpocketed with had a thick amount of cash in his wallet. I was so excited to go back home. I would like to say, “Mother, look! I have money!” But there was no mother to tell that. Or at least she was already dead. The police said it was drug overdose. I was so disappointed.

Then a police officer took me in. He raised me until the day he died. I inherited a few hundred thousand pesos and a house from him. I used the money to study economics and now I am a marketing director from a branch company of Leo Cosmetics, Corp..

But even so, there’s still a hole in my heart. I’m not content. Though I now have the power above most people… at least in the company.. I still don’t feel satisfied.

Then, in my ordinary day, I saw mother once more. She was as pretty as ever. Her green hair grew longer than I remember... I saw her once more. Or so I wished.

“You know, you’re to blame for this. Why did you have to look like her?” I say as I caressed her sweaty smooth neck. Tch. You really look just like her… So pretty… So hot.

I sigh, “I wouldn’t have to resort to this if you were just obedient… tsk. Hahahahahaha. How dare you resist me when you’re weaker? How dare you refuse to do your role in life? But I guess that’s understandable. And I liked the hunt. Though, I had to bow down to that thug for that drug, it’s worth it...”

I sniff her breast, “…or at least I’ll make it worth it…”

Lucy is already flushed. She’s sweating a lot. As her body odor gets stronger, so is my memories of my mother. Aaaah… You just smell like her. “Mother, it’s my turn to indulge in your service..”

Aaahh... I can’t calm down. But how can I? There’s a piece of meat ready to be eaten in front of me. Her voluptuous chest and thick hips… Aaahh… No sane and fertile man can ever resist this. It’s your fault for having such a breedable body, Lucy. And it's your fault for being a woman. This is why you were born... Just like my mom.

“Do you feel horny? Hahaha. Don’t worry… I’ll relieve you…” This is way too effective.. I’m certain that Viper ripped me off but this drug is worth it’s price.

“Let’s start with these massive tits, I guess… Fuck. It’s insanely soft! I highly doubt you’re a virgin… You must had a lot of dick inside you… I mean, there’s just no way this body can ever keep it’s purity… How many men salivated at the sight of you? Tch. I bet even your father haven’t been able to resist you… Because if I’m him, I’ll sleep with you every fuckin' night— No. I’ll fuck you every time I see this— Fucking thick ass! It’s like having a mobile and obedient living sex toy…”

I take off her shirt. She is already soaked in sweat. This is just getting sexier!

But as I’m about to touch her, I realize I’m down on the floor.

“What...?”

Who the hell— There’s a girl in front of me. Wait a minute… aren’t you—

“You’re that brat’s g— argh! What are you d— aaaGghh!” My face. She kicked my face. She kicked my face TWICE!

I have to call the security. I don’t know why you’re here but I’m sure that he is the one behind this!

“AAAAAAAAAAGH!” I-It hurts…. It hurts! She broke my arm… AAAGG!

“FUCK YOU! Who do you thi— aaagh!” D-Did you just kick my broken arm? Fuck this shit— aaaagh! She did it again!

“Stop! Stop! Aaaagh! What do yo— AAAAAAAAAAGH! FUCK! FUCK! FUUCK! TELL ME WHAT DO Y— aaaaAAaGGgGgghHHh!”

FUCKING BITCH! I’LL GET YOU FOR THIS! I’LL REMEMBER YOU!

“AAaaAAGgHhhH!”

““!””

I hear rushing footsteps. It looks like she heard it too. She stops hitting me. I think she’s going to… Good. It’s an unnecessary annoyance if somebody sees Lucy with me in her current condition. But it's not behind my power... Hahahahaha.

Eh?

This bitch...

She took a picture?

Then she injected something to Lucy.

“……….”

T— That biiiitch!

That bastard... WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING?! Ah— my head. Who?

I fall unconscious...