Martial prostitute

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I am a dead person.
I died in the summer of my sophomore year.
I will never forget that summer, that night.
The moonlight was beautiful that night. Various unknown insects chirped in the woods, and further away, there were croaking frogs.
I kissed Wenwen's cheek. Wenwen leaned against me, her eyes closed, seemingly asleep. Holding her, I really wanted to sit with her like this forever. We were still students, and that was our first time loving and being loved. We carefully guarded our shared boundaries, simply hoping to spend more time alone with each other.
That night, it was very late. So late that I didn't notice the approaching shadows in the bright moonlight.
We were awakened by several men's voices, who seemed to be drunk. Wenwen looked up at me uneasily and asked, "Qinmu, shall we go?"
I said, "It's so late. We can't go back to school."
Before we could decide where to go, those men walked into the woods. They had clearly spotted us. A slightly effeminate male voice chuckled frivolously, "Oh, so there's a pair of lovebirds here, even happier than us."
This drew away a few people, followed by a burst of laughter.
Wenwen and I had already stood up from the grass. I grabbed Wenwen's hand and started walking.
The group laughed again.
"Wait." A drunken voice rang out behind us after we had walked a few meters.
Then, two men rushed in front of us, blocking our path.
Wenwen hid behind me, trembling like a cat.
I wondered if we had been robbed. Although I had learned Muay Thai from my grandfather since I was little, I was still incredibly nervous facing seven or eight thugs. But I thought that as long as I obediently gave them the money I had, everything would be fine. Besides, I had a girl I loved behind me who needed my protection, so I had to pretend to be calm.
Despite my efforts to remain composed, I could feel my voice trembling: "Are you alright?"
In the moonlight, I could see clearly that one of the two men blocking our way was from our school. He was a senior in high school, notorious throughout the school for fighting and causing trouble. It was said that many students had been extorted by him and dared not utter a sound.
A man of medium height with long hair and a small mustache walked up behind him, followed by a shorter man. The mustachioed man slapped me across the face as soon as he came up, making my vision blur. I didn't fight back and asked, "Why did
you hit me?" The mustachioed man cursed, "Go to hell! I told you to stand still, didn't you hear me? Are you deaf? You'd react if I didn't hit you!
" Wenwen burst into tears behind me.
Seeing that I didn't respond, the mustachioed man asked, "Brother, do you have any money on you?"
I naively thought that if I gave them my money, they would let us go. Without hesitation, I took out the money I had and gave it to them. It was about two hundred yuan. For a student like me, that was quite a lot.
The mustachioed man stuffed the money into his pocket, pointed at my nose, and said, "You roll it up, and your girl will play with us."
I said no, we're just students…
Before I could finish, the bearded man slapped me across the face again: "You fucking bastard, you won't get off me!
" Wenwen clung tightly to my arm, like a lifeline.
The bearded man's slap, coupled with Wenwen's cries and trembling, suddenly triggered a surge of anger within me. My long-term Muay Thai training fueled my body's reflexes, and I leaped forward, delivering a powerful knee strike! It slammed directly into the bearded man's stomach.
The bearded man, not expecting me to actually resist, was sent sprawling to the ground, retching.
Taking advantage of the thugs' momentary daze, I grabbed Wenwen's hand and turned to run away.
The remaining men, regaining their senses, swarmed forward, shouting, "Damn it, you dare to resist?" and chasing after Wenwen and me with sticks in hand...
Because it was dark and I was panicking, I, holding Wenwen, didn't see where I was going and missed a step, falling downwards. Instinctively, I pulled Wenwen into my arms, and we crashed heavily to the bottom of the pit, the back of my head hitting a protruding rock. Wenwen's head also hit mine, and I was instantly plunged into darkness
... When I woke up again, the nurse by my bedside told me they had found my body. You heard right, they really found my body.
At dawn, elderly people doing their morning exercise in the woods found us lying there. My body was tightly wrapped around Wenwen's arms. My head had a large hole from being hit by a rock, and blood was everywhere. By the time the police and paramedics arrived, I had completely lost vital signs. Wenwen's body only had a large bump on her forehead; her body wasn't injured, but she was unresponsive and remained unconscious. It wasn't until three days later that I regained consciousness inside Wenwen's body…
After that, many, many things happened. The inexplicable body swap, coupled with my parents begging and crying at the school gate, demanding an explanation from me (Wenwen) and threatening to take my life for theirs—
one thing after another, I was exhausted and numb. Why did I wake up in Wenwen's body? What happened to Wenwen? Was Wenwen dead? Sometimes I was even grateful that I was the one enduring all of this, not Wenwen
. Those days, I only did one thing. I found Qin Mu's (my) grandfather and asked him to tell me where Qin Mu was buried. My grandfather glanced at me with disgust and walked away. As he left, he said, "It's all your fault, you bitch, that killed Amu.
How dare you even show your face here?" I was hated by the person I respected most, and coupled with the loss of my own body and the soul of my beloved, the heavy blows made me even consider facing true death rather than eking out a living in Wenwen's body.
During that time, I had no interest in going to class. To stop myself from overthinking, I practiced Muay Thai like crazy at a Thai-run gym, trying to use physical exhaustion to heal my emotional wounds. Whether it was due to the soul transformation or something else, Wenwen's physical abilities were surprisingly good. Except for being slightly weaker than a man, her coordination, stamina, and flexibility were much better. Many difficult boxing techniques that I, as a man, couldn't do before, I could now perform with ease
. The owner of this Muay Thai gym is named Yuchai. He was supposedly a former Muay Thai champion who killed the younger brother of a gang leader while fighting in underground matches, forcing him to flee and open this Muay Thai gym to make a living. Because he discovered a girl with such amazing physical abilities, he started teaching me Muay Thai techniques. Yuchai's knee techniques are the strongest: straight knees, bent knees, thrusting knees, penetrating knees, and flying knees. His neck-clinching knee strike is especially deadly. With his instruction, my leg techniques and knee skills improved rapidly. I became immersed in the world of martial arts, temporarily bidding farewell to the pain of being a girl and being scorned by my family
. But fate, that bitch, didn't seem to give up on toying with me. Three months after my accident, my only younger brother was diagnosed with a rare genetic disease. Although it was treatable, the 2 million yuan cost was beyond my parents' means. Having already lost one son, they were now facing the possibility of losing a second. My parents were devastated…
I could only watch from afar as my parents aged drastically and my brother lay in the hospital bed, growing thinner day by day. The feeling of helplessness tormented me to the point of madness. How could I possibly raise enough money for my brother's medical expenses?! Just when I was about to go crazy from the feeling of being trapped by my family and powerless to help, a piece of news from the boxing gym owner ignited a glimmer of hope for me…
Yuchai's former boss wanted him to help find some skilled boxers for underground boxing matches, with high pay. I asked him to help introduce me, but Yuchai said he needed to ask his boss if he wanted female boxers. It was then that I remembered the fact I had been deliberately avoiding: I was now a girl.
Since the accident, I've been deliberately avoiding discussing my physical issues. While practicing boxing, Wenwen's sudden increase in physical strength made me forget that my body is a woman's... Seeing my only remaining hope—my brother's—about to be slammed shut plunged me into despair once more.
However, that bitch called fate, pushing me into even deeper abyss, miraculously lit a candle of hope for me at this critical juncture. After Yuchai sent the video of me practicing boxing to his boss, the boss actually agreed to hire me as a boxer, offering a one-time payment of 3 million, but requiring me to serve him unconditionally for 3 years.
At the time, I naively thought, "It's just three years of boxing, right? I can earn 3 million in three years to save my brother's life and solve the family crisis." I excitedly signed the contract brought by Yuchai, took the 2 million advance payment, and transferred it to my dad's bank card. Because Wenwen was an orphan who grew up in an orphanage, I had a deep affection for the children there, so I transferred the remaining 1 million to the orphanage where Wenwen grew up. Alone, I boarded a flight to (hellish) Thailand.
I should still be a man
. From a young age, I was influenced by my grandfather and loved boxing, loved that kind of powerful physical confrontation. My grandfather was a veteran of the War of Resistance Against Japan. In 1943, at the age of 15, he was wounded and fell into a coma while attacking Waluban in Burma with the Expeditionary Force. He was taken in by a local Burmese Muay Thai master and stayed at the master's home to recover from his injuries. He practiced boxing under the master's tutelage until 1945 when the Expeditionary Force attacked Namkham and he returned to China in triumph that year.
My grandfather is the person I respect most, and his interests have become my interests. This trip to Thailand to witness the prowess of Thai boxers and also to solve my family's practical difficulties made me quite grateful to Yuchai. However, remembering how Yuchai repeatedly asked me if I had thought it through when we signed the agreement, I still had some doubts.
A man's voice came over the loudspeaker, interrupting my thoughts:
"Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon. Welcome aboard JA Airlines flight 168. I am Captain Zhou Dafu. The aircraft is currently at an altitude of 10,000 meters, and the outside temperature is -25 degrees Celsius. This flight is from Shenyang to Bangkok and is scheduled to arrive at Suvarnabhumi International Airport at 17:30. Thank you for your company, and have a pleasant journey."
Coming back to my senses, I slowly began to feel very uncomfortable. My chest felt tight and I felt nauseous, and my lower abdomen was also bloated and painful. My face slowly turned pale. It was my first time flying, and I was actually experiencing airsickness.
"Miss, are you alright? Do you need my help?"
"Miss, miss, are you alright? Is there anything I can help you with?"
It wasn't until the flight attendant repeated herself twice that I realized she was talking to me. I forced a smile and said,
"Thank you for your concern, I'm just a little airsick."
"Okay, close your eyes and rest. I'll get you some drinks to make you feel better."
Soon, the kind flight attendant brought me a glass of iced drink. After drinking it, I felt much of the discomfort in my chest dissipate. I smiled and nodded my thanks to the flight attendant, then closed my eyes to rest. A little while later, a sharp, cramping pain shot through my abdomen, and something seemed to leak out between my legs. It turned out to be Wenwen's period today!! And to make matters worse, I had drunk an iced drink... Being a
complete man, I naturally didn't have any feminine items in my luggage, so I had no choice but to shamelessly press the call button to ask the flight attendant for help.
"Miss, are you feeling unwell? You look terrible. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Um, um, do you have any sanitary napkins...?" I murmured softly.
"Ah... I'm so sorry, I just got you some ice water."
"No, no, it's not your fault, I just forgot the time..."
"Okay, please wait a moment, I'll get them for you right away."
This flight attendant was a very gentle older sister. She helped me to the airplane restroom, and when she got the sanitary napkins, she also thoughtfully brought me a pair of unopened underwear. I don't know why they would provide such things on an airplane; it must have been something she bought herself but hadn't had time to use yet. Sitting on the toilet, looking down at the drops of blood dripping from my unfamiliar genitals, I cleaned myself up and returned to my seat, curling up under the blanket the kind older woman had brought me, and drifted off to sleep.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the plane is descending. Please return to your seats, fasten your seatbelts, stow your leg rests, and adjust your seatbacks to the normal position. All personal computers and electronic devices must be switched off. Please ensure your carry-on items are properly secured. We will dim the cabin lights shortly.
Thank you!"
A gentle female voice woke me from my half-asleep state. Before I knew it, the long five-hour flight was about to end. Although my physical condition was still terrible, my spirits were much better.
The plane slowly landed at Bangkok's Tasman Suvarnabhumi International Airport. As I stepped off the plane, I quietly thanked the older woman standing at the door. After passing through security and customs, I saw a middle-aged man holding a sign with Wenwen's name on it, looking towards the exit. I dragged my simple luggage up to him
. "Hello, do you understand Chinese? I'm Xu Wenwen
." The uncle looked at me suspiciously.
"You're Xu Wenwen? You're here in Thailand to box?"
It was understandable that he had such doubts. Wenwen was 1.66 meters tall, her body hunched over a neutral-colored jacket, making her appear somewhat thin. Coupled with her delicate and adorable baby face, large, bright eyes, slightly pouting lips, and even a touch of cute baby fat on her cheeks, it was hard to associate her with a boxer.
"Yes, sir, I'm Xu Wenwen. I'm here in Thailand to box..."
"Oh, I see. Hehe, so you do that kind of boxing. That makes sense."
"That kind of boxing?"
I asked疑惑地, but the uncle just smiled and didn't answer.
"Come on, the car's right outside. I'll take you to the company-arranged dormitory."
The driver was a Thai-Chinese man, very talkative, and he didn't stop talking the whole way. From him, I learned that both he and my employer, who was in their thirties, were descendants of the Expeditionary Force. After the liberation in 1949, the employer's ancestors didn't go to Taiwan but instead led their men to develop in Thailand. Because they were all soldiers who had seen bloodshed, they quickly established themselves in Bangkok. Under the current owner, the business had become even more successful. On the surface, the New Tray Group operates the largest chain of hotels in Thailand, but secretly, it controls Bangkok's largest casinos and brothels. He's a very influential figure in Thailand.
This isn't what I expected...
The driver left after dropping me off at the hotel. My period and the fatigue from the journey made me feel very tired. After putting down my luggage, I went into the bathroom to take a shower to relieve my fatigue. There was a large full-length mirror in the bathroom. Naked, I stared blankly at the almost perfect female body in the mirror.
Her long, straight legs were pressed tightly together without a gap, her full, firm breasts proudly perked up, the pink nipples at the tips tempting. Nearly three months of boxing training had given her six-pack abs and beautiful abdominal muscles. Her arms, with their well-proportioned, perfectly sculpted muscles without appearing bulky, paired with a delicate, doll-like face, created a unique charm that irresistibly alluring to men.
This wasn't the first time I'd seen this body. Wenwen and I had started dating in our freshman year of college, and aside from guarding the last line of defense, I thought we'd done everything we could. I gently stroked this body, the words of the train attendant and the man picking me up echoing in my ears once more. I might be a little naive, but I wasn't stupid. I knew that 3 million wasn't easy to earn; the boss wasn't entirely interested in my boxing skills, but more likely in this body.
I had considered this possibility, but seeing my increasingly haggard parents, all I had left was this body Wenwen had given me. Wenwen, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. Tears streamed down my face without my realizing it, and I squatted on the ground, crying silently. After crying my fill, I slowly stood up, took a quick shower, and walked out of the bathroom. I had no way out. Since I was already here, let it come. I'll bear all of this alone.
Perhaps because I was too exhausted, I slowly fell asleep until the doorbell woke me up. I groggily opened the door. A smiling man stood at the door. He was clearly startled when he saw me. It was then that I realized what was happening. Completely lacking any sense of propriety, I opened the door almost naked. I quickly apologized, closed the door, and after a quick wash and dressing, I opened the door to let him in.
"Hello, my name is Jamie. I'm your trainer and martial arts instructor. I'm here to take you to the company's training base. Can I help you with your luggage?"
"Thank you, Teacher Jamie. I don't have much luggage; I can manage myself.
" "Just call me Jamie. I'll wait for you downstairs."
Jamie spoke with that sunny smile, which easily made people feel comfortable.
"Okay, Jamie, I'll be down soon."
Jamie took me on another day's drive to a large sanatorium belonging to the group company in the northern mountains of Thailand. Inside the sanatorium, there were two dormitory buildings like small hotels, meticulously maintained by staff. They were very clean and hygienic, with relatively complete facilities, all used to accommodate trainees. In addition, there was a large five-story building resembling a Thai palace, containing an orchestra pit, dining hall, classrooms of various sizes, a gym, and a boxing gym—essentially a "training" facility. I would be studying in this palace.

Because I was a boxer, I was assigned a single room with relatively complete living facilities. Jamie, knowing I was on my period, gave me three days off. Starting on the fourth day, Jamie began taking me to the boxing gym located on the basement floor of the palace building for Muay Thai practice and sparring. After more than ten days of repetitive boxing practice, Jamie arranged my first match.
The match venue was located in a bar at the front of the sanatorium. The bar was large, with two open floors. The upper-floor corridor was lined with spectators, their excited shouts echoing everywhere. In the very center of the bar was a ring, which could be transformed into a stage when needed by removing the surrounding railings
. My opponent was a robust woman, about 1.7 meters tall, around 27 or 28 years old, with a fierce expression. Compared to her, Wenwen's body looked like a weak little lamb. This stark contrast was deliberately arranged by the bar to create a visual impact and enhance the performance.
This wasn't a formal match, just an entertainment show. In my opinion, besides being physically strong, this woman had no boxing skills whatsoever. After the referee solemnly checked both gloves and announced the start of the match, the foolish woman, still completely unprepared, swung her arms wildly and shouted provocatively as she approached me. I seized the opportunity, kicking her back two steps, followed by a sliding flying knee that knocked her to the ground, knocking her unconscious.
In less than 10 seconds, I had KO'd my opponent, silencing the entire bar. The unexpected result of the "Little Sheep" defeating the "Big Elephant" left the audience stunned, then erupted in cheers. Although beating such an opponent didn't bring much satisfaction, I still enjoyed the cheers. For the
next month or so, besides boxing practice, Jamie arranged several matches for me. The opponents' skill levels gradually increased, and I defeated them all flawlessly. I guessed this was Jamie's way of boosting my confidence
. Just as I was settling down and feeling like I was truly becoming a boxer, Jamie knocked on my door after I returned to my dorm after a day of practice.
As I expected,
looking at Jamie with his usual sunny smile, I sensed his purpose was to tell me the harsh reality.
"
Wenwen, you've been here for so many days, are you settling in well?"
"
Very well, thank you, the environment here is very nice," I said, a little nervously
.
"Well, Wenwen, you know the company spent 3 million yuan on you. To recoup the investment as quickly as possible, the company needs you to complete some other tasks and participate in relevant training. That should be fine,
right
?" Sure enough, it had to come. I took a few deep breaths to calm my still pounding heart, and squeezed out a few words with all my might
:
"Yes, yes, I have no problem

." "Okay, darling, it seems you were mentally prepared." Jamie was happy to hear the result; my answer should save him a lot of trouble.
"Wenwen, are you still a virgin?" Jamie continued. I was starting to regret it. Why had I always insisted on that line
? "Yes, I'm still a virgin
." "That's great! That's perfect! I'm sorry to trouble you to take off your clothes, I need to verify it." Jamie, still with that sunny smile, looked at me expectantly.
Taking off my clothes in front of someone of the same sex wasn't a big problem for me, but letting him see Wenwen's body really made me uncomfortable. I shook my head slightly, about to refuse, but Jamie said again,
"Wenwen, this is company policy. The trainer who reports virginity must personally confirm it. Please don't make me break it, okay? I'll be punished."
Seeing him say that, and already resigned to my fate, I slowly unbuttoned my clothes. Because I wasn't used to wearing a bra, Wenwen's body was soon naked in front of Jamie's eyes. Jamie professionally circled me and said
, "Please bend over while holding onto the bed, and spread your legs, okay? Thank you."
It was an embarrassing position; in my opinion, when a woman makes such a gesture towards a man, it's practically an invitation.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything else. I just need to observe,"
Jamie said, noticing my hesitation, maintaining his characteristic smile to reassure me
. I had no choice but to give in, slowly turning around, bending over, supporting myself on the bed with my hands, lifting my hips, and slightly spreading my legs
. "Spread your legs a little wider, Wenwen,"
he said. Suppressing my anger, I spread my legs even wider. And just like that, Wenwen's most private parts were completely exposed to this man. Jamie pulled his head away, observing closely. At that moment, I felt little shame; the strongest feeling was jealousy. I hadn't even properly looked at Wenwen's private parts, yet Jamie was freely admiring them.
I felt Jimmy's breath hit Wenwen's sensitive spot, a strange and unfamiliar sensation that made me uncomfortable. Suddenly, Jimmy blew a sharp breath into Wenwen's sensitive spot, and a jolt of electricity shot from there to my head
. "Ah..."
I screamed and jumped up, clutching my buttocks as I turned around angrily to Jimmy.
"Hehehe, don't be angry. Wenwen is quite good, indeed a virgin and very sensitive. I will report this to the company truthfully. Thank you for your help tonight. Get some rest. I'll give you extra lessons tomorrow. Goodnight."
With that, Jimmy left the room and closed the door.
After Jimmy left, I sat naked on the bed, lost in thought. Tomorrow's lessons would be something embarrassing, but I decided to stop thinking about it. If I couldn't avoid it, I had to accept it. I turned off the light, hiding Wenwen's body in the darkness as I curled up on the bed…
Training other than boxing
?
The anxious night passed quickly. The next day's training was the usual physical training, boxing practice, and resistance training. The afternoon classes ended a little earlier than usual. Jimmy said a new training class would start that evening, and he had already registered me. He told me to go back and prepare, and be at the multi-functional hall on the 5th floor of the palace building at 8 PM sharp for the opening ceremony
. At 8 PM, I arrived at the multi-functional hall and found many young and beautiful girls between 17 and 23 years old already seated there. I saw several girls who often practiced boxing with me sitting together, so I went over, greeted them, and sat down next to them.
Jimmy arrived as well, sitting with a group of men on the edge of the T-shaped stage in the middle of the hall
. They were presumably training instructors, each responsible for a few girls. As some upbeat music played, the lights in the large classroom dimmed, accompanied by dazzling light and sound effects. Ten tall girls, dressed in sexy yet elegant gowns or fashions, gracefully emerged from behind the stage. They walked with semi-professional catwalk steps, then turned backstage. For their second appearance, they changed into extremely sexy outfits, featuring thin straps and minimal fabric, black stockings with perfectly placed rips, and extremely short skirts that constantly revealed glimpses of their cleavage, exuding irresistible allure. When they appeared for the third time, there was a slight murmur of surprise, as the models had all changed into sexy lingerie—lingerie unavailable in fashion stores, only in sex shops, designed as aphrodisiacs for couples in bed. The models had gradually shed their haughty demeanor, their eyes revealing a dreamy quality, their figures swaying as they walked.
However, this wasn't the final round. When the final round of models appeared, a quiet, mysterious melody filled the air, and the models emerged completely naked! They boldly displayed their young, sensual bodies to the entire audience.
Nude models surrounded a fashionable woman in an expensive suit and black-rimmed glasses, who gracefully walked to the front of the runway.
"Hello everyone, my name is Su Lan. For the next period of time, I will be your training manager."
The fashionable woman, now in the center of the stage, picked up the microphone and began her self-introduction. The girls below, stunned by the models' performance, erupted in applause, led by the training instructors in the front row.
Su Lan spoke passionately, "A new training course has begun. Here, you sisters will learn completely different perspectives, witness a completely different world, and discover a completely different version of yourself." With that, she walked to a nearby training instructor, keeping time with the music (the models beside her quietly stepped aside), pulled him close, and, seeing his erection, rubbed her hips together slightly. Then, without a word, she knelt down, unzipped his pants, pulled out his already erect penis, and greedily sucked and swallowed it, occasionally burying the entire length deep into her throat. The entire room fell silent. All the girls stood there dumbfounded. Then, an even more unbelievable scene unfolded. Su Lan stood up, pulled her male companion to the podium, pushed him down onto it, and then calmly climbed onto the podium. She ripped off her skirt, revealing she was wearing nothing underneath! Proudly and shamelessly, she tossed the skirt aside, and in her high heels, slowly squatted down, taking the man's penis into her body and writhing, her expression incredibly seductive, occasionally letting out moans…
The whole farce ended amidst a chorus of wanton cries. At this point, I was completely aroused, my mind blank. Su Lan cleaned the man's penis with her mouth, then put her skirt back on, explaining the purpose of her performance. “Sisters, our job is to make men happy. I didn’t know that gentleman just now, but making him extremely happy is my achievement. I’m kneeling not because I’m a slave. In this industry, there are no slaves, no princesses, only good women who wholeheartedly serve men. We won’t allow men to bully us, but we must also learn to serve them wholeheartedly, including kneeling. This is a lost traditional virtue of women. Let’s start by learning to kneel and rediscover this virtue!” As soon as
Su Lan finished speaking, several models in the room knelt down and began sucking their male partners’ penises. Before long, several girls from the audience, encouraged by Su Lan, came up and knelt next to a man, taking over the models’ work. In fact, these girls were pre-selected and arranged; they were all “active members” who would “set an example.” The power of example is boundless. Next, some girls shyly came up and knelt down to do the same thing. Later, perhaps because their movements were not yet skilled, they did it too forcefully, and some of the trainers couldn’t help but ejaculate in their faces. Su Lan went over to comfort the girl and personally wiped her face.
Still somewhat dazed from the events of the opening ceremony, I only realized in the following days that this training program was meant to brainwash the girls. The first lesson was learning to kneel and serve men. After the
embarrassing morning training
and opening ceremony, I was so disoriented I didn't even know how I got back. It was just like that; the work here wasn't the so-called underground boxing matches, but prostitution. The intense sense of perversion—that I, a grown man, was about to use my girlfriend's body to serve another man—brought me to the brink of collapse.

I thought of running away, but that idea was immediately dismissed. My passport had already been handed over to the company, and this was the northern mountainous region of Thailand. I didn't understand Thai, and given the company's influence here, they would likely be brought back soon, and the situation then would be a hundred times worse than it was now. Essentially, I'm a rather indecisive person; my instinct is to run away from problems I can't solve. Oh well, what's done is done. At least for now, I'm still a boxer. That's the only way I could console myself.

Back in my dorm, once I was alone and quiet, I realized my body felt sticky and uncomfortable, especially my groin area. My underwear seemed soaked and stuck to my genitals, making me feel awful. I initially thought it was sweat, given how horrifying the scene had been. But when I took off my underwear, I discovered it was a sticky, transparent liquid with the distinctive scent of female hormones. When I was alive, I loved that scent from Wenwen's body. This meant she was aroused; it was Wenwen's love fluid… Had my filthy soul even corrupted Wenwen's body…? That such a scene could produce love fluid made me feel inexplicably guilty towards Wenwen.
This chaotic day ended with the call of Hypnos (the ancient Greek god of sleep). For the next few days, I continued my usual physical and martial arts training during the day, and at night I was brainwashed with a group of girls. Yes, in my view, this so-called training was designed to brainwash these girls who were about to enter the ancient profession of prostitution.
In this lavishly decorated "palace," the girls would face two layers of brainwashing before they even began learning the so-called "skills." The first layer of brainwashing aimed to transform their values, making them not ashamed of sexual services but rather proud of them, establishing a so-called "professionalism." The second layer of brainwashing was to completely shatter their innate sense of shame, attempting to make them unhesitatingly provide men with all sorts of bottomless services, turning sexual behavior into a carefree habit—in other words, turning them into complete "sluts." Once "professionalism" is established and shame is eliminated, then the real "service" skills training begins, ultimately aiming to make them qualified prostitutes for the group.
Cultivating "professionalism" is the first key focus of the training, primarily using seemingly plausible but ultimately flawed arguments to mislead the young girls. Overcoming shame is a difficult hurdle, as shame is human nature, and the entire process requires consistent effort and attention to detail. Some girls already lacked shame before joining and were naturally cultivated into "role models." Some girls understood immediately, while others remained reserved and required a gradual approach.
Throughout the palace, oil paintings and explicit photos depicting various sexual themes hung everywhere, even the toilet walls were printed with images of men and women rolling around together. During the girls' evenings, the television played meticulously produced adult films, in which the men were portrayed as extremely gentle. In short, the goal was to subconsciously instill in the girls the view of sexual relations as commonplace and unremarkable. Once their passion was aroused, the counselors would step in to "guide" them, allowing them to "practice" the new concepts they had learned. Of course, this was far from enough.
To more quickly reduce the trainees' sense of shame, the company stipulated that all trainees must remain naked during the period leading up to and after the completion of the training, without wearing any clothing, even during menstruation, only using tampons. It's hard for me to accept that Wenwen's body is so exposed and at the mercy of other men, but I can't refuse. When Jamie came to collect all my clothes, he told me that if I transferred the money to my parents, they would be designated as my loan guarantors by the company. If I refused, I would be breaking the contract and would be entitled to compensation, which the company would then pursue my parents for. If my parents really faced debt collectors from the underworld, it would truly be a nightmare…
Whether I like it or not, the sun still rises as it should. The alarm clock by my bedside reminded me that I should go out for this morning's physical training. Usually, the other male boxers from the company would jog together on the path built around the sanatorium, but today, without any clothes, I just couldn't bring myself to step out of the room.
I hesitated for a long time, but thinking of the terrible consequences if I didn't go, I mustered up my courage and resolutely opened the door and went out. I sneaked out like a thief. When I arrived at the meeting place for my daily morning exercise, I found Jamie and several boxers waiting there. I subconsciously covered my chest and groin with my hands and stood there very awkwardly. Yes, I was only awkward to the point that I felt embarrassed standing naked next to a group of men. I didn't feel much shame.
The boxers seemed to know that I would come naked. They weren't surprised. They just surrounded me and appraised us as if we were works of art.
I realized that no matter how I tried to cover myself, they were determined to see it, and I couldn't hide it anyway. So I simply lowered my hands and tried to appear natural, trying to convince myself
that they were really commenting. They chatted loudly around me: "I didn't realize Wenwen's chest shape was so beautiful!"
"Wow... a white tiger!! Wenwen is actually a white tiger, hehe!!"
"Did she shave it? It's rare to be born with that, a lot of people like it!"
"Wenwen has a great figure, a baby face and huge breasts!! Look at those abs and that perky butt!"
"Yeah, her legs are so long, her skin is so elastic and smooth, I really want to touch it."
"Alright, alright, let's start training. You'll see this every day from now on, so don't waste time..." Jamie interrupted their comments, but what he said made me even more embarrassed.
I ignored them and ran forward somewhat defiantly, not wanting to see those men's lewd faces. Although I couldn't see, their chatter as they ran still reached my ears.

"I'll definitely go support Wenwen when she starts working, hahaha!"

"Pshaw, with that little income, Wenwen's prices won't be low. Can you even afford her?"

"Damn, don't underestimate her. With my skills, Wenwen might even pay me!"
They even made a few hip-thrusting gestures, eliciting laughter from behind.
I ignored them, somewhat angrily leading the way, not wanting to see those men's lewd faces. But even though I couldn't see, their chatter as they ran still reached my ears.

"Look at that little butt, so sexy!"

"I'll definitely go support Wenwen when she starts working, hahaha!"

"Pshaw, with that little income, Wenwen's prices won't be low. Can you even afford her?"

"Damn, don't underestimate her. With my skills, Wenwen might even pay me!"

They even made a few hip-thrusting gestures, eliciting laughter from behind.

Their teasing made me furious. I turned and roared at them,

"Shut up, you bunch of bastards!"

"Oh my, the little kitty is so cute when it's angry, hahaha!"

But Wenwen's clear, sweet voice had no intimidating power, only generating more teasing
. Finally, I got through morning training. At breakfast, I saw the trainees who didn't need morning training, just woken up, all naked in the cafeteria. Their attention was diverted, slightly easing the awkwardness.

Some of the more outgoing girls giggled and teased each other, while most girls covered their private parts, their bodies flushed a delicate pink with shyness. I hid in a corner, admiring this scene with a male's perspective, completely forgetting that I was also part of the spectacle. The

subsequent sparring training made me even more embarrassed. Those boxers who used to train so seriously were now surrounding my training area... They were all vying to spar with me in front of the stage. Their athletic shorts, practically erecting tents, were determined to get close enough to me to use the "clinch" technique—a borderline technique in boxing—and then forcefully rub against me. Even worse, some of them would use their tents to poke and rub against my body after hugging me. I got so angry that I just kneed the tents down. One of them suffered, but the rest somehow learned their lesson; whenever I tried to hit the tents, these bastards always managed to defend themselves.

Finally, after a day of boxing training filled with anger and embarrassment, I had a short rest before heading to another, even more embarrassing training session:

"For your lover! Go 'bite'!" Girl!
I dawdled until almost time was up before reluctantly heading to the classroom. When I arrived, nearly fifty students had already finished their shifts, all completely naked, a sea of breasts making me dizzy. A staff member waiting at the door gave me a rectangular handbag. I noticed that almost every student had one. I took it and felt it; inside was a long, narrow object and a small rectangular box. My instinct was that it wouldn't contain anything good.
Unconsciously, I used the handbag to cover my genitals, protecting my now-defunct penis, and walked to my seat. I wasn't shy in front of men, but being naked with a group of women made my face burn. Although I knew I was destined to become a prostitute, I still didn't really feel like a girl.
Today's training instructor was still Su Lan. She was dressed formally in an office suit, wearing a single pair of black-rimmed glasses, her expression serious, giving her the air of a university lecturer, but the content she taught was completely different.
"Good evening, sisters. Tonight's lesson is very important for you because it's the most basic, important, and essential skill you'll need to master for your future work."
With that, Su Lan lowered the screen and turned on the projector. A close-up image of a limp penis and another of an erect penis appeared on the screen.

"Ah..." A murmur rippled through the students below.
Su Lan gently pressed her hands down, signaling for quiet. She continued,
"Most men enjoy oral sex. First, it brings men great sexual pleasure; second, a woman kneeling to perform oral sex on him brings immense satisfaction and excitement. Therefore, most of your future clients will request this service. Your ability to bring them the greatest pleasure with your mouth will affect their service rating and, of course, your income within the company.
"
After speaking, Su Lan asked everyone to open the handbags they had been given upon entering the classroom. Sure enough, they weren't good stuff. When I opened mine as instructed, inside was a thick, long, realistically shaped dildo.

Su Lan then took out the same dildo from another handbag and began explaining the names of various parts of the male genitalia—the glans, the shaft, the base of the penis, etc.—and then which parts were more sensitive, how to lick them to make a man feel better, how to suck them to make him more excited, and so on. While explaining, she would demonstrate with the dildo, requiring the students to imitate each movement
.
Watching Su Lan's actions reminded me of Wenwen. Wenwen and I met when we first enrolled. I was a local student and had completed the enrollment procedures early, while Wenwen, because she had to work to earn tuition, only arrived at school close to the start of the semester. When I first saw her frail figure struggling to walk into the school in that old-fashioned rattan trunk, that image was deeply etched in my heart.

With my shamelessness, Wenwen became my girlfriend two months after the start of the semester. We rented a small place near the school. Wenwen was a rather conservative girl and insisted on saving her virginity for her wedding day. But in the two years we'd been together, we'd done everything couples do except for the final barrier. Men know the agonizing feeling of having to forcefully suppress desire when it's at its peak. Feeling sorry for Wenwen, I secretly bought a lot of cucumbers and practiced how to "bite" them, just like in those adult videos. One time, when I came home early, I accidentally found Wenwen alone in her room, licking a peeled cucumber, slowly swallowing it, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth. She managed to swallow a cucumber that looked almost 20 centimeters long all the way to the base, then playfully sticking out her tongue and smiling as she muttered to herself, "Now 'Wood' (Wenwen's nickname for me) won't have to endure so much anymore. I'll definitely make him happy." Seeing everything Wenwen did for me, my heart was instantly filled with a warm feeling of love.
"Wenwen, come up here and demonstrate for the students."

"Wenwen, Wenwen!! Come up here and demonstrate for everyone!!

" Su Lan called my name twice before snapping me out of my reverie, her tone noticeably more forceful the second time.
Coming back to my senses, I noticed a young man, around eighteen or nineteen years old, had appeared beside Su Lan. I recognized him; he seemed to be a relative of the restaurant's head chef, a recent addition working as a general helper. Facing a room full of ample bosoms,
the boy stood blushing and awkwardly beside Su Lan, head bowed, eyes fixed on his feet. He must have been temporarily brought in by Su Lan to be used as a prop.
Called by Su Lan, I walked somewhat bewildered onto the stage.
"Alright, I've explained so much to you all. Now you'll practice right here and show everyone how much you've learned,"

Su Lan said, clearly noticing my distracted state and deliberately calling me up. Jamie had told me that Su Lan was highly favored by the boss at the company, so I absolutely couldn't disobey her, or the consequences would be severe.
"Goodness, Teacher Su Lan,"
despite my reluctance, I thought of my parents and younger brother at home, and the huge debt I owed the company, so I walked up to the boy. The boy seemed even more nervous than I was, his body trembling slightly.
"Kneeling to perform oral sex on a man will give him the greatest sense of conquest. So, never squat during oral sex, always kneel,"
Su Lan began her on-the-spot explanation. Understanding Su Lan's unspoken message, I reluctantly knelt down in front of the boy.
"Okay, now gently pull out his penis with both hands. Since this is a beginner's tutorial, I won't ask too many questions. Later, you will practice using only your tongue and teeth to unzip a man's pants and pull out his penis."
Hearing Su Lan's words, I was afraid she would really make me do something even more humiliating, so I quickly unbuckled the boy's belt and pulled down his pants. The boy also looked embarrassed, his hands slightly
outstretched, as if he wanted to stop me but didn't dare. The boy's boxer shorts were already bulging. Looking at the bulge in front of me, I hesitated. My male pride made me feel disgusted and even repulsed by what I was doing.
"Hurry up and start. You're wasting everyone's time," Su Lan's tone became a little harsher.
Hearing Su Lan's urging, I gritted my teeth and used a lot of willpower to slowly pull down the boy's boxer shorts. The penis, freed from the restraint of the boxer shorts, suddenly sprang to my nose, involuntarily twitching up and down twice. The boy's penis was straight, thick, and long, with the foreskin retracting to the middle of the glans due to the erection. At the same time, the boy's penis emitted a faint fishy smell that reached Wenwen's nostrils.
This smell was so familiar to me. This smell, which should have made me feel disgusted, instead plunged me into memories again. Perhaps no boy washes his genitals every night like girls do, so my penis when I was alive also had this faint smell, like the smell of rotting protein. Sometimes this smell would arouse me because it came from Wenwen's mouth. When I pulled Wenwen down and kissed her, the smell that should have belonged to me always made me feel happy and aroused.
I remember the first time Wenwen helped me bite was on my birthday during the second semester of my freshman year. She said she would give me a gift I would never forget. That night, it was snowing heavily outside the window, while our little nest was very warm because of a large old-fashioned copper stove burning large pieces of round wood. After blowing out the candles, Wenwen insisted that I stand by the bed. She tiptoed and gave me a kiss, then playfully jumped back, made a fist with her right hand in a cheering gesture, squinted her eyes, and with a slightly proud expression on her face, sweetly shouted:
"Go 'bite' for your lover!" "Girl!"
Then she squatted down and suddenly pulled down my pants and underwear. The stimulation in that instant made my previously limp penis swell and become erect. The glans stood erect right in front of Wenwen's nose. Wenwen's little nose sniffed playfully like a puppy, deliberately making a disgusted face, and said in a cute, childlike voice,
"Ugh...smelly...ugh."
Then she held my penis with her hand and stuck out her little tongue to gently lick the tip of my penis twice. The warm stimulation made my whole body tremble. The first lick that gave me a trembling feeling that went straight to my soul like an electric shock is still clearly engraved in the depths of my memory.
Feeling my pleasure, Wenwen showed a somewhat smug smile. She changed from a squatting position to a kneeling position, holding my penis with both hands, raising her head and looking into my eyes with a smug and seductive smile, murmuring to me.
“Silly wood…”
“Enwen, my baby, I’m here…”
“Silly wood, I love you the most.”
After saying that, she took my penis into her mouth and gently licked and sucked it. It felt like I was suddenly flying into heaven, which made me, a grown man, groan involuntarily. Wenwen licked it while slightly raising her head to observe my expression. Seeing my face full of pleasure, the corners of her mouth, which was licking my penis, also turned up slightly. I licked even more diligently,
and as I licked, Wenwen's breathing became rapid. One hand held my penis, while the other unconsciously reached down to her genitals and began to rub them. She let out seductive moans…
After licking for a while, I could clearly feel Wenwen's swallowing speed increasing. The immense pleasure made my legs tremble involuntarily. Suddenly, Wenwen straightened her neck and took my entire penis deep into her mouth, even swallowing it directly down her throat. She then made several swallowing motions.
I could clearly feel the tip of my penis being enveloped, squeezed, and caressed by the soft flesh of her throat. The pleasure in my body instantly swelled to a critical point. When Wenwen spat out a little of my penis and held it in her mouth, caressing it with her tongue, the intense pleasure broke through the limit…
The sudden spray of liquid onto my face pulled me back to reality. My vision snapped back to a massive, throbbing penis, spraying second and third waves of milky white fluid onto my eyes, nose, and cheeks. Lost in my memories,
I had subconsciously relived, through Wenwen's body, the things she had often done for me since that birthday.
The penis had stopped spraying, but a single drop of milky white fluid remained at the tip. Inexplicably, I stuck out my tongue and tasted it. The taste was so familiar, just like the taste I had on Wenwen's lips that night when I held her. The boy, too, shuddered as if electrocuted by my lick, just like I had that night.
A tear silently slid down my cheek, still tingled with a happy smile, lost in memories…
“Wenwen, you silly blockhead, love you the most…”

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