She turned on the water; the temperature was not too hot, just pleasantly warm as it cascaded over her body. After she was thoroughly soaked, Ma Ling removed the showerhead.
With one leg raised, she directed the spray between her thighs, rinsing continuously.
In fact, she had already showered in the morning after leaving the hotel, but she couldn’t shake off the illusion that no matter how much she washed, she couldn’t get clean.
Worried that this kind of washing wouldn’t cleanse her inside, Ma Ling carefully placed her hand down there. Last night, three n had taken their turn, leaving her mind sowhat in disarray.
Aside from the discomfort in her body, she was young and recovered quickly.
As she bathed, an image that had no business being there surfaced in Ma Ling’s mind.
It was as if she saw Zhang Hao pushing the door open and walking towards her.
Instinctively, Ma Ling closed her legs, preserving the last bit of modesty she had as a woman.
But when Zhang Hao ca before her, he gently lifted her leg and lightly caressed her secret garden.
"No, don’t, it’s not clean there, Doctor Zhang, don’t..."
While Ma Ling verbally rejected him, her body reacted with stark honesty—she beca wet!
Last night, those three wealthy young n had used two large bottles of lubricant, still complaining about how dry she was down there.
Was she played with by so many n that she had beco a dried-up well?
Now, she felt a spring surging uncontrollably from within.
"Don’t reject ; my parents aren’t ho tonight. The entire night is ours."
Ma Ling bit her lip and didn’t utter another word of rejection, allowing Zhang Hao to explore and roam freely over her body.
In reality, Zhang Hao had been busy in the kitchen, serving up four dishes and a soup, guessing that Ma Ling was almost done showering.
He went to the bathroom door to call her to dinner.
Suddenly hearing Zhang Hao’s voice, Ma Ling snapped back to reality, realizing it was all her fantasy!
Fantasy or not, she really was wet.
She quickly rinsed off, lathered up with shower gel, washed herself clean again, and then changed into clean clothes before stepping out of the bathroom.
"Doctor Zhang, your cooking is really good."
Ma Ling felt she was grasping for conversation—Zhang Hao had no idea what she’d been thinking about alone in there.
"So-so, it’s edible. You can rest in my room tonight; I’ll sleep in my parents’ room."
Zhang Hao said as he filled a bowl with rice and handed it to her.
Midway through the al, Ma Ling looked at Zhang Hao and suddenly asked, "Doctor Zhang, aren’t you curious about what I went through last night?"
"That’s your secret. If you want to share, I’m willing to listen, but if you don’t, I won’t press you."
Ma Ling forced a smile, but it looked more painful than crying.
After finishing the al, Ma Ling asked Zhang Hao another question.
Can a hyn be repaired?
Zhang Hao had never considered this question, but recalling Ma Ling’s ordeal from the previous day, he understood why she would ask.
"I’m not sure about that; it should be possible, but it’s not necessary."
Listening to the first part, hope rose in Ma Ling’s heart, but the last part doused her with cold water.
"Doctor Zhang, what do you an by that? I know that what happened last night can’t be erased, but I did it to earn more money."
"Debt collection at ho, my father’s recovery, the responsibility for the whole family rests on my shoulders—what do you expect to do? Can’t I have a chance to start over?"
Seeing Ma Ling beco agitated, Zhang Hao quickly explained that wasn’t what he ant.
"You’re an adult; that mbrane doesn’t an anything. n and won both have desires; it’s unreasonable to suppress them."
Noticing no change in Ma Ling’s expression, Zhang Hao got up to clear the table.
Still washing the dishes in the kitchen, he heard the sound of a door opening and closing. By the ti Zhang Hao ca out, Ma Ling had already left.
Stepping out from Zhang Hao’s house, Ma Ling saw a ssage from the bank.
Five hours ago, her bank account saw an additional deposit.
Those three rich playboys had sought the company of many won, but having spent a long ti in these circles, it was well known how perverted they could be.
There was money to be earned, yet many chose not to take it.
But under the allure of substantial profit, Ma Ling decided to take the money.
Once at the hotel, she ceased to be a person, the water she drank laced with a drug that made her body exceptionally sensitive, reacting to the slightest touch.
All through the night, her body’s holes were never left unfilled, constantly penetrated by sothing!
There was definitely a reward for her sacrifice, as the three playboys were quite satisfied with her performance.
On top of the initially promised sum, they gave her an additional half!
In one night, she made one hundred and fifty thousand yuan, an amount that would take her several years to earn in an ordinary job.
This amount of money could at least cover her family’s debts at ho, and the overdue hospital fees could now be paid.
All in all, this hundred and fifty thousand yuan could solve many of her problems.
But, this money wasn’t enough, she still needed more!
As she left in the morning, one of the n personally told her, "If you still need money, you can contact us, and we can introduce other clients to you."
The compensation, of course, would be generous.
Ma Ling arrived downstairs; the wind tonight felt sowhat chilly, her clothes slightly too thin.
A whistle sounded; Ma Ling glanced in the direction from which it ca, spotting a blond punk.
His expression bore a mocking sneer, obvious from Ma Ling’s scant attire that she was no respectable woman!
Ma Ling rolled her eyes and disregarded the punk’s teasing, walking straight ahead.
Before she could leave the neighborhood, Ma Ling had already called the previous night’s client, asking if she could co again tonight.
It seed the client had anticipated her call, his tone becoming gentler.
He asked where she was and said that a car would co to pick her up right away!
After waiting more than twenty minutes at the gate of the residential area, that blond punk ca over to hit on her purposefully.
His eyes kept scanning Ma Ling’s buttocks and thighs until a car stopped at the roadside, after which the punk finally turned and left.
Getting into the car, Ma Ling’s deanor was still sowhat reserved.
The man seated in the back, around forty years old, looked at Ma Ling with great satisfaction.
"Did they have their way with you three tis yesterday?"
Ma Ling nodded.
"The first ti?" the man asked.
Ma Ling nodded again.
As a result, the man cursed, "Fuck, to think I’m playing with leftovers from those kids, but ninety percent new is fine too, lift up your clothes, I want to see how big they are."
Ma Ling froze for two seconds, unable to imdiately comprehend the man’s words, followed by him slapping her breasts twice.
"Show how big, I like them large, you know that!"
Ma Ling felt so regret, although those three n had also been quite rough with her the previous day, at least they had shown her so respect.
This one today, he treated her with far too little regard.
"Hurry up, do you think my money just blows in with the wind? Check the goods before paying, don’t you understand that simple concept?"
Thinking of the money, Ma Ling threw caution to the wind, it made no difference who she was with now; she was no longer a virtuous, chaste woman.
Better to enjoy than to suffer.
In this day and age, poverty faced scorn, not prostitution.
Following the man’s orders, she lifted her thin top and revealed her well-developed breasts.
A sense of sha surged from within, outward.
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