Mina took a slow, shaky breath, still leaning slightly into the gentle warmth of Haruto’s hand resting on her head. His fingers continued their slow, soothing strokes through her hair, giving her the courage to speak.

"Actually... I had many boyfriends in my past," Mina began, her voice quiet but steady. "And I had sex with all of them."

She paused for a moment, eyes lowered, before continuing.

"They were all rich. I didn’t love them with my heart. I loved them because of their money. I enjoyed the lifestyle they gave me — the expensive gifts, the fancy dinners, the feeling of being taken care of. I had sex with them in their luxury cars, sometimes in their big, beautiful rooms. And for that... I also got benefited. They would buy me things, take me places, make me feel special in that way. But that kind of relationship can’t last long. We always broke up sooner or later. Either they got bored, or I realized I was just using them... and they were using me too."

Mina’s voice softened, carrying a hint of regret and sadness.

"But deep down... I wanted to love someone truly. I wanted something real. Then I met a certain boy. We had the same vibe. Without even knowing it... I fell in love with him."

She stopped there, her sentence hanging in the quiet room. Her fingers had stopped twisting in her lap. Haruto’s hand remained gently on her head, offering silent comfort, while Erica listened attentively from the other side.

The room stayed silent, waiting for Mina to continue whenever she was ready. The weight of her words settled softly over all four of them.

Mina took another shaky breath, her voice dropping even lower as the memories became more painful. Haruto’s hand stayed gently on her head, his fingers slowly stroking her hair, offering silent strength.

"The problem began when we started having sex," she continued, her tone heavy with shame and regret.

"It wasn’t regular sex for me anymore. It was sex that came from love... or at least, what I thought was real love. Not the fake kind I had with the rich boys before. This time, I actually loved him. And that made everything hurt so much more."

She swallowed hard, eyes fixed on the sheets as if she couldn’t bear to look at anyone.

"At first, it felt beautiful. On our first night together, he undressed me slowly. He took off my bra, cupped my breasts in his hands, and played with my nipples... gently at first, then harder. Then he pulled down my panties. My pussy was hairy back then too, just like now. He told me he liked it that way — he liked it messy, natural, wild. He started rubbing my pussy with his fingers, spreading my lips, feeling how wet I was getting for him. I was so happy... I thought this was real intimacy."

Mina’s voice cracked slightly.

"Then he positioned himself under me while I was sitting on the bed. He told me to spread my legs wider. He looked up at my hairy pussy and gave it one long, slow lick from bottom to top. I moaned... it felt good. But then he looked me in the eyes and said something I’ll never forget."

She paused, her breath trembling.

"He told me to pee inside his mouth."

Mina’s eyes filled with fresh tears.

"At first, I thought he was joking. I laughed nervously. But he was serious. He kept looking at me, waiting. He said he wanted to taste every part of me. That it would make our connection deeper. That if I really loved him, I would do it. I was scared... confused... but I loved him. So I did it. I peed into his mouth while he was licking me. He drank it all. Every drop. And after he swallowed, he licked my clit again, making sure not even a single drop of pee fell anywhere else. He licked me clean like it was the most normal, intimate thing in the world."

Her voice broke completely at the end. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she whispered the last part.

"I felt so ashamed... so dirty... but I told myself it was love. That this was what real intimacy looked like. That if I truly loved him, I should accept every part of him... even this."

Mina’s shoulders shook as she tried to hold back more tears. Haruto’s hand continued its gentle, steady stroking on her head, while Erica watched with soft, pained eyes.

"He... he couldn’t get hard most of the time,"

she continued, her tone heavy with embarrassment and frustration.

"No matter what we did, his cock stayed soft. I tried everything. I licked his cock for a long time, using my tongue all over him, sucking him gently, trying to make him feel good. I rubbed his cock with my hands for ages — stroking him, squeezing him, doing everything I could think of. But he still couldn’t get properly hard.

He only came when his cock was inside my mouth. He would cum when I was sucking him. He would cum when I was rubbing him with my hand. Sometimes he would even cum a little when he was inside my pussy... but even then, his cock was never fully hard.

It was small and soft most of the time. Because my pussy has been used before... when he put his little cock inside me, I could barely feel it. I couldn’t even tell if he was really inside or not. It was almost like nothing was there."

Mina’s eyes filled with fresh tears. Her voice cracked with humiliation as she continued.

"He wasn’t really interested in normal sex. He was only into my pee. That became the main thing for him. During our room dates or sex dates, he wanted to drink my pee two or three times in one night. He would make me stand over his face or lie down while he put his mouth on my pussy and tell me to pee. I had to pee directly into his mouth while he drank every drop. He loved it. He would swallow it all and then lick my clit clean, making sure not a single drop was wasted.

Sometimes he would ask me to pee again even after I had already gone once. I felt so dirty... so used... but I did it because I loved him and I thought that was what he needed from me."

She swallowed hard, her shoulders shaking slightly.

"I had to drink my own pee for him sometimes too... he wanted me to taste it so I could understand how much he loved it. I felt disgusted with myself every single time. But I kept doing it, thinking if I could make him happy this way, maybe he would eventually love me back like a normal person."

Mina’s voice finally broke completely. Tears rolled freely down her cheeks as she whispered the last part.

"That’s what my relationship was like. That’s what sex became for me. Not love... just pee and disappointment and feeling worthless."

Mina’s voice grew even quieter, almost broken, as the memories became darker and more painful. She kept her eyes fixed on her lap, fingers trembling slightly in her lap.

"He wanted me to drink more water whenever I went to his house," she continued.

"He would make me drink glass after glass until my bladder was full. Then he would bring cups — normal drinking cups — and tell me to pee into them while he watched.

After I peed a few times, he started collecting every drop of my pee in one big bottle. He said he wanted to drink more of me... that he loved the taste. He would save the bottle and drink from it later, sometimes in front of me, like it was the most normal thing in the world."

Her breath hitched, shame thick in her tone.

"It got even worse when he felt I wasn’t satisfied with him. He thought the reason I wasn’t cumming was because his cock was too small and soft. So he started putting ice on my pussy. At first, it felt good — the cold made everything tingle and sensitive. But after a few minutes, the cold turned into freezing pain. My pussy would go numb, then start hurting. Still, he would keep rubbing the ice on my clit and pushing pieces of it against my entrance.

Then he would put his cock inside me while my pussy was still freezing from the ice. His warm cock against my cold, numb pussy felt... strange. At first it was a strong contrast, but later the ice made my pussy shrink and tighten so much that sometimes I could barely feel him. It gave me sharp pains inside. He started using ice more and more — pushing small pieces inside my pussy, watching how my body reacted. I became his experimenting subject, day by day. He would test different amounts of ice, different temperatures, different ways to make me colder... all while I lay there trying not to cry."

Mina’s shoulders shook as fresh tears slipped down her cheeks.

"I felt like a lab rat. Like my body wasn’t mine anymore. It was just something for him to experiment on, to use, to freeze, to fill with his soft cock and his obsession. Every time he did it, I felt more and more broken inside.

But I still stayed... because I thought if I could just endure it, maybe he would finally love me the way I wanted to be loved."

She stopped speaking, her voice cracking completely. Silent tears continued to fall as the weight of her past pressed down on her in the quiet morning room.