Chapter 473: Reflections of a Carnivore
This wasn’t a pleasant experience for Lynch.
It wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience, at least not for Lynch.
In his previous life, he had encountered many types of won—so gentle as water, so passionate as fire.
When he was younger, he preferred younger girls, thinking they had more energy and could bring more surprises when together. But as he aged, his tastes gradually changed.
From girls who knew nothing to won in their thirties, he found this age group to be the best.
They had experienced much, could understand a man, and everything happened more naturally. Unlike young girls, who wanted to do everything but could do nothing properly.
For example, right now, Penny was apologizing.
“I don’t have much experience…” She knew she’d ssed up and was sorry. “I should have learned more about these things.”
Seeing Lynch silent, she timidly touched him. “Are you angry?”
“What?” The touch brought him back. “No, I’m not.”
She didn’t believe him. “You must be angry. You don’t even want to talk to . I need to talk. I’m upset too.”
Lynch smiled and patted the seat beside him. “Though there were so bumps, we got through the last hurdle. I’m not angry at anyone. I’m just thinking.”
“When you said sorry, I rembered so interactions I had with feminists and so feelings about it.”
He chuckled, then sighed. “I don’t know when it started, but girls now think having no experience is shaful. I don’t know why you feel that way, but it’s clearly wrong.”
He paused. “My opinion might be controversial, maybe even criticized by feminists, but I believe that more experience isn’t always better…”
Today’s society is like this. That’s why Anna hates schools accepting so many recomnded students—they don’t truly qualify academically or morally. Their chaotic private lives disrupt others’ studies and lives.
The wild parties among youth are spreading quickly through ordinary colleges, turning into a trend people can hardly understand.
So federal schools have stopped managing dorm life. From banning co-ed dorms, they now barely supervise such matters. A harmful trend is shaping this new generation.
Promiscuity is only one symptom. Among feminist movents are calls for sexual liberation and freedom, but so have misguided these causes.
Where once only boys collected trophies, now girls do the sa—bed-hopping to prove their charm to peers, even making bets on sleeping with ugly boys or vagrants to show bravery and uniqueness.
People have completely disregarded chastity, loyalty, and self-respect—they don’t care anymore.
This is a dangerous direction. While n may think it’s good—they no longer feel bound by moral judgnt to abandon a girl after sleeping with her—they have actually beco the prey. This shift is astonishing.
Most people haven’t noticed that many leading figures behind the feminist movent aren’t won but n.
These n wave banners for won’s sexual freedom and join naked protests, performing obscene acts on the streets, claiming this frees won’s nature, while society’s morals rapidly collapse. ??????????????
In less than ten years, the praise for a girl’s chastity and self-respect has flipped into sha for inexperience. It’s terrifying.
Centuries—even millennia—of moral values have fallen with a light push.
Lynch only sighed, knowing powerful interests were involved—far beyond ordinary people.
When the first sowhat revealing won’s swimsuit appeared, the company faced unimaginable social backlash and nearly went bankrupt.
They had to invest enormous effort and money to recall the design and publicly apologize, ending the scandal.
Yet years later, simply promoting female independence cost little and achieved what they previously couldn’t.
Anyone criticizing bold designs is labeled a backward, ignorant male chauvinist oppressing won.
Whoever refuses to let won wear those daring clothes—once only worn by skilled won to tempt n without responsibility—is branded a remnant of oppression.
Many companies, capitalists, and enterprises now exploit won. Without won’s unrestrained indulgence, how would they profit?
Makeup, once used only by skilled won to hide flaws, is now a privilege of all won.
Perfu, once for those unable to cleanse themselves before the next client, has beco a necessity for elegant won.
All kinds of things flood the market, values crumble, and all for reasons people refuse to see.
Penny couldn’t grasp Lynch’s thoughts but tentatively asked, “So, you’re not angry with ?”
“Of course not!”
Though their rough aerobic session ended with results, Penny made a new decision. Once back in the Federation, she would seek out that coach for guidance.
Neither ntioned that this awkward encounter had sowhat established a solid connection. People are contradictory—Lynch despised so social evils but applied double standards when it involved himself.
He wouldn’t decide anything over a brief encounter, and neither would she. She knew this was only the start.
With this first step, next ti she had reason to approach Lynch, it would be easier to talk.
The next morning, after breakfast, Lynch left early—his schedule was still busy. Penny didn’t try to stop him.
This was the mainstream mindset among young people today—they didn’t see sleeping together as a significant turning point.
When Penny’s manager found her later, she imdiately sensed sothing was off. Penny hesitated to speak but couldn’t find the words.
Finally, Penny noticed the manager’s unease and asked, “You seem like you want to say sothing?”
The manager hesitated, then nodded, “Yesterday… did you two…?”
“Of course!” The girl answered directly, trying to sound casual—as if saying, “Isn’t this normal?” In short, she was pretending, though it was true.
The manager chuckled awkwardly. “So, will you make your relationship public? I an…” She hesitated, “announce it to the public, or maybe we could leak it to the press.”
Before the manager asked, Penny hadn’t considered it. Now she started to think about it.
Seeing her thoughtful expression, the manager continued, “There are benefits to revealing it. You’ll have fewer troubles around you. You know, competition is fierce these days…”
More capital was flooding into this fast-paced industry. From shooting a movie to release took only two or three months—if rushed, even forty or fifty days.
Quick investnts, quick profits or losses—this made the industry a new haven for capital, bringing unprecedented prosperity but also fiercer competition.
Top actors’ schedules were fully booked because they guaranteed box office returns and profits.
Actors without fa couldn’t even get a chance.
If Penny and Lynch’s relationship beca public, she’d get more offers for big productions—like this ti.
People would give her roles out of respect for Lynch. Even if not a lead, being a supporting actor in a major production was valuable.
The downside? So fans might be disappointed, but only a few. The company secretly surveyed and found half of Penny’s fans didn’t mind her being with Lynch, so even fans of Lynch despite his lack of film work.
Penny found it hard to decide and looked at her manager. “Give
so advice…”
Three mornings later, Mr. Wadrick, just finished getting ready, was reading the newspaper when a crash sounded upstairs. He tilted his head, smiling gently at his wife.
“Darling, what’s our little one up to this ti?”
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