"I... I'm not wet at all, stop talking nonsense!" Wang Ning's pretty face blushed, her teeth lightly biting as she said, "You... don't humiliate me, how could I be like those whores selling my body... I... I graduated from a prestigious university!"
On the surface, Wang Ning resisted Zhao Chi's words, yet for some reason, deep inside, she felt a sense of anticipation at hearing about these things. She even wanted to experience what it felt like to be a streetwalker, but the idea was too extreme, and she wasn't ready to sell her body to those lecherous old men.
Yet the more she thought about it, the more her fantasies took over. Imagining herself growing more and more depraved, picturing the disgusting scenes Zhao Chi talked about, her heart grew increasingly restless.
