The Complete Record of Yuwa Mengmeng's Growth

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Chapter 1 The Beginning of a Lewd Prostitute in a Sex Shop

My name is Meng Chenhuan, an ordinary 17-year-old high school senior. Ordinary background, ordinary grades. An average student in an ordinary class. But precisely because of this ordinariness, my studies are relatively easy. Life rarely offers many days of leisure, and being able to leisurely enjoy high school is something I'm quite happy about. The teachers all say I'm not stupid, and if I work hard, I definitely have room for improvement, like how an apple on a tree can be reached with a jump, and so on. Hehe, anyway, I can't live that life of a top student who studies hard for years. Let me be. At most, I'm going with the flow, which is better than giving up entirely. Don't you think so? p( ^ o ^ )q

As for my figure and appearance, that's a matter of opinion. I think it's alright. Some say I have a good figure, some say I'm too fat or too thin, some say I'm pretty or ugly. However, since most people say I have a good figure and a pretty face to my face, I'll just assume I'm pretty. p( ^ o ^ )q Hehe. Objectively speaking, I'm 1.62 meters tall and weigh... 43 kilograms. I have an oval face and long hair. My measurements... well, I won't tell you! Guess for yourselves :)

I'm very happy to have a boyfriend who treats me very well, tall and handsome. He works outside, so I don't know the specifics. But he's very tolerant of me and has never wronged me financially. So, it's better to find a boyfriend who's a little older than you. It's just that... he's always a little naughty @^^@... But I'm not a child anymore, and since he's so good to me, of course I have to "serve" him well, hehe. Of course, I would rather die than do anything he occasionally suggests, like SM or messing around in the wild. He's very considerate, and after I refused a few times, he stopped mentioning these things to me.

In September, the day I registered for my senior year of high school also happened to be his birthday. It was his birthday, so of course I had to treat him well :). However, all the things we did that day – registration, getting books, cleaning, giving a pep talk, etc. – dragged on until the afternoon. I'm slow-witted and couldn't come up with a good excuse. So I tried to ask for leave, but the teacher wouldn't allow it. I could hardly manage to study hard, but I wouldn't dare break the rules. We had agreed to go out together at noon, so I had to call and apologize. He was very considerate and said it was okay, even comforting me and telling me not to rush and to get along well with my new classmates. He just had to go out and asked me to wait for him at home in the afternoon. We both live separately. I prefer having my own independent space; after all, everyone needs their own privacy, and people should have a certain degree of independence. My father passed away early, and my mother used his insurance money to run a small business to support my sister and me through school – it was very hard. For various reasons, the high school I attended wasn't in this city, and it wasn't a boarding school, so I had to rent a small room outside the school. It wasn't close to the school, but it was cheap, a last resort. The "home" he mentioned on the phone referred to his apartment. We usually call his place "home," and my small room is called my dorm. However, our "home" isn't big either—just a one-bedroom apartment. He paid for it all himself; he's not that old, yet he already owns his own place. Pretty impressive, right?

After school, I said goodbye to my girlfriends, grabbed my new textbooks and the gift I'd picked out for him, and rushed home by bus. As he'd told me, he wasn't home. I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was a little past four. He shouldn't be home until 7. It was still early, so I stayed home quietly, reading and watching TV, waiting for him to come back. I'm not going to cook; I'm clumsy, and I wisely decided not to torture my boyfriend with terrible food. At six o'clock, he sent me a text message.

"My dearest Mengmeng (he originally wanted to call me Huanhuan, but I didn't want to, saying that nowadays people name their cats, dogs, pandas, etc. Huanhuan, so he called me Mengmeng), I'll be home promptly at 7:20. Eat something first. Make sure you're all ready and waiting for me. I love your lewd look!"

Hmph, calling me lewd! I'm only being lewd because of him. This is sacrifice, and he's already accusing me first. See, he even made me eat something first, skipping birthday dinner because he's so eager. Thinking this, I excitedly started preparing. After eating some cake and fruit, I took a shower. I had already showered when I got home, but I wanted him to "enjoy" me cleanest and freshest when he got back :). After showering, it was time to dress up. He spared no expense, buying me lots of sexy little clothes. Some for outside, some for playing around at home. He always wants me to dress revealingly. I don't object to wearing revealing clothes, but going too far is not a good idea. It's the same even when playing at home; dressing like that always makes me feel inferior. So, although he spent a fortune buying me a lot of "equipment," most of them have been neglected and relegated to a corner. In my words, I only wear them on holidays and celebrations. And he insists that I'm getting a "buy ten get one free" deal. What does he take me for? Humph! It makes me so angry; I might not even buy them for him if I wanted to.

Choosing clothes is actually quite troublesome. We both think that a little revealing is better than being completely naked, and we both enjoy the feeling of him taking off my clothes. I certainly can't agree with the saying that women wear clothes to be undressed by men. But if it were changed to "women wear clothes only occasionally to be undressed by men," then I wouldn't have any objections. Finally, I chose a black tulle puffy mini-skirt and a white sleeveless V-neck top with black lace. The fabric was minimal; the front was completely covered up to my neck, while the back and sides were completely bare, except for two drawstrings to secure the top at the chest. It's said that many men don't appreciate a woman's back, but my darling does. And even if the back isn't pretty, you can still see a little bit of the breast from the side. My hair is tied back in two ponytails, adorned with black and white lace flowers. I'm wearing black lace stockings and red high-heeled closed-toe shoes. As for underwear, since I'm matching my top today, a bra is definitely out of the question. Panties… although my boyfriend likes open-front styles, I always feel those are a bit too revealing, so I just wore a black, patternless, semi-transparent panty, hehe, naughty. Some guys might complain, "Why is it all lace?" Hehe, even if this is Baroque or something, I can't remember. Finally, to match this style, I also prepared a pair of long, thin white gloves and a black choker. I can't wear gloves now; I need to do my makeup first. Seeing that it's already 6:40, I sprayed on perfume and quickly did my makeup, trying to look as glamorous as possible. Does he like my sexy look? But who knew that he would come in so soon after I finished drawing the picture.

"Why are you back so early?" I was about to ask him playfully when he suddenly collapsed on the floor, spitting out water. "What's wrong with you?!" I rushed over to help him up. He was convulsing and in great pain. He told me not to worry about him and pulled out some money from his pocket, telling me to hurry to the xx clinic to buy some medicine and come back right away.

I was in a hurry, so I quickly took the money and ran to the clinic. If he hadn't reminded me, I almost forgot my phone and student ID. I had just bought the medicine and was walking back when I suddenly received a call from him. He said he had found half a bottle of special medicine in the cabinet, took it, and felt much better. He apologized for making me worry and said he really wanted me now and wanted me to come back quickly. I was overjoyed to know he was better, so of course I didn't blame him for making me run around for nothing. But I hadn't taken two steps when he called again, saying he was out of condoms. He asked if I could buy some. "You need to go to a sex shop to buy condoms, right? I've never been to a place like that before. I'm very timid; I even get nervous talking to a clerk in a regular store. Of course, I'd rather die than go to a sex shop." He sighed on the phone and said there was nothing he could do. I refused to take birth control pills, so he would go, and I should come back first. My heart suddenly tightened, and I asked him if he was still feeling unwell. He said he was fine, just a little weak.

I felt like I was being too delicate. It was such a small thing, and he was already feeling so bad, yet I made him go all the way out. I felt so sorry for him. I gritted my teeth and asked if the shop was far away, thinking that if it happened to be on my way back, I would risk it to buy condoms for him. But it turned out that the shop was not only on my way back, but practically right under my nose. It was a small door on the street that I often passed by, but I never knew there was such a shady shop hidden there. I looked at the shop's low iron door, thinking back and forth. Then I made up my mind and said:

"Honey, you can rest at home, I'll go buy it for you,"

my husband praised me with satisfaction, saying he'd make sure I had a good time when we got back. He repeatedly reminded me to be careful on the way before hanging up. A good time? Humph, who cares? I hesitated for a moment, then steeled myself and rang the doorbell. The doorbell asked what I wanted, and I said I wanted to buy tea, just as my husband had instructed. The door clicked open. It really felt like I was doing espionage. Hehe, the door opened to reveal a staircase. I carefully went up one floor, and seeing that it was indeed a shop, I skipped and hopped up. But when I got to the door, I hesitated, too afraid to go in. Luckily, the shopkeeper greeted me, and I went inside. Oh~ thankfully, there was only the shopkeeper inside. I could buy what I wanted and leave quickly without anyone knowing. Perfect, hehe. But then the shopkeeper's eyes widened, and he asked with a smile, "Are you selling chicken?"

Hearing that, I felt a chill run down my spine. Damn boyfriend! I knew no girl would come to a place like this by herself! Now look what's happened—she's being mistaken for a prostitute. I quickly explained,

"No! No! I came out to buy things for my boyfriend. This is my first time in a place like this; I never come here before. My boyfriend isn't feeling well today, so I came in his place. I'm not..."

The shop owner, seeing how flustered I was, became even more serious.

"You still say you're not a prostitute? If you weren't a prostitute, why would you dress like this? Go away! We don't sell to prostitutes here!"

My mind went blank; I almost burst into tears. With a sob in my voice, I said,

"Really, I dressed like this because it's my boyfriend's birthday today. I was dressed like this at home. But I didn't expect him to fall ill as soon as he got home, so I rushed out to buy him medicine. Then he asked me to buy condoms, and I was in such a hurry that I didn't change my clothes before coming out."

The shopkeeper still didn't believe me

. "Go away, you're really putting on a good act. Little prostitute, who would believe you without proof?"

I was really about to cry when I suddenly remembered my student ID. On a whim, I said,

"Look, this is my student ID. I'm a student at XX Middle School. I'm still a middle school student, not that kind of person, really."

The shopkeeper held up the student ID, looking me up and down. Only when he mentioned it did I realize that I had come out wearing the same clothes I was wearing at home. I suddenly felt incredibly ashamed. It was because of my own attire that I was mistaken for a bad person. It was my fault; I'm always so careless. I had wrongly accused my boyfriend. Although I was very ashamed, to prove that I was a proper student, I stood up straight.

The shopkeeper looked at my student ID, told me to turn to the side a little, then turned back. Finally, he returned the student ID to me, smiling very politely.

"I'm sorry, little sister, I misunderstood, I'm so sorry!"

He finally believed me! I quickly replied

, "It's okay, I'm so glad you believe me. You don't know

how upset I was just now." The shopkeeper was a tall man, probably in his thirties. He had seemed stern earlier, but now he looked very kind.

"I'm sorry, society is too chaotic these days, there's nothing I can do. By the way, you're here to buy something, right?" The man gave me an understanding smile.

"Ah..."

Although the man believed me, I was still embarrassed to say what I wanted to buy.

"Hmm..." The uncle smiled and thought for a moment. "Let me guess. Just nod...contraceptives, right?"

The uncle was indeed understanding. I nodded and said,

"Brand XX."

The uncle said

, "Hmm, I guessed that a good girl like you should only need to buy proper things like condoms. But," the uncle frowned slightly, "Brand XX condoms are not easy to find. How about I get you Brand YY? It's not very safe, but it's generally fine."

I didn't want to get pregnant so early because of the quality of condoms, so I quickly said, "I still want to use Brand XX. Can you help me find some? Good uncle~"

Hehe, being cute is indeed a girl's most powerful weapon. The shopkeeper said helplessly, "Alright, I'll help you look for it. Hmm... that brand is hard to find, it might take some time. Why don't you sit down for a while?"

"Will it take a long time? What if you have customers, sir?" I regretted saying that as soon as the words left my mouth. What if the shopkeeper refused to help me after hearing that?

"It's alright, you know that door outside, right? As long as I don't open it, no customers will come. Finding that thing for you is the priority." The shopkeeper said, leading me into the back of the shop, which seemed to be a meeting room with a sofa, coffee table, and TV.

"Thank you so much, sir, you're so kind." I sat down on the slightly worn leather sofa. Although the sofa was a bit old, it was very comfortable.

The shopkeeper made me a cup of orange juice, saying he was sorry there weren't many good drinks available. Then he went into the storeroom to look for something.

I took a sip of the orange juice; it was very sour, just my taste. The shopkeeper was too modest. Although it was instant, it tasted very good.

But the uncle never came back. It must be really hard to find the stuff. I texted my boyfriend to explain the situation while continuing to drink my orange juice. Maybe it's because it's so cold outside, but sitting here for so long, I'm actually getting warm. The ancients said that warmth breeds lust, and that's absolutely true. This warmth really made me want to do "that" with my boyfriend…

Then my boyfriend texted me, telling me to wait patiently and not to rush, that he could handle his work first.

I finished the juice, but I was still very thirsty. So I looked around where the uncle had made the juice and found an orange bag. It must be the juice from before. But there was nothing written on it? Never mind, I made another cup.

I don't know why, but I just did it with my boyfriend a few days ago. Why am I so aroused today? My lower body is so itchy. With nothing to do, I just kept sipping the juice to distract myself. Following the principles I learned in yoga class, I tried to focus my attention on the juice I was drinking. Experiencing the sweet and sour taste of the juice, its icy temperature, slowly sliding from my mouth down my throat, and then feeling it sink into my stomach. Suddenly, my stomach felt very hot, and then a wave of heat shot straight to my lower body. Ah~

My hands trembled as I sent my boyfriend a text message,

"Honey, I want you so much right now."

My legs, clad in stockings, unconsciously rubbed together

, but my husband didn't reply. He was probably busy. He never replies to texts when he's busy.

I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm still unwilling to give up. I took another sip of juice and continued texting to tease my husband.

"Honey, I really want you to do it, I want your big cock."

It was the first time I'd sent a text like this, and I felt so nervous. My whole back trembled with excitement. Ah~

Just then, the middle-aged man came out. At a time like this... I quickly perked up, stood up, and straightened my short, black, puffy skirt.

"Little sister, finally found you. Come on, let's pay," the man said with a cheerful smile.

I dazedly picked up my phone and student ID and followed him to the cashier. But in my hazy state, I realized I had no money on me when I came out. Of course, I was only wearing these few clothes, and I didn't have a single pocket. I'd only taken my phone with me; my boyfriend had given me money to buy medicine, and that was it.

"Little sister, here's 200 yuan in total," the man said with a smile, handing me the packaged items.

"Huh? Condoms are so expensive?" I quickly explained, but my voice sounded like I was talking in my sleep,

"Uncle... I forgot to bring... money."

In my dazed state, I realized the uncle was very angry, saying something about me playing a trick on him after searching for so long.

Then I think I said I was really sorry and asked my boyfriend to bring the money, but my boyfriend sounded like he was in pain. Apparently, he had another attack. He said he had just taken his medication and lay down, asking what was wrong.

It was all my fault for being so absent-minded, but I couldn't let my absent-mindedness worry my seriously ill boyfriend. So I immediately said in a nonchalant tone that the boss was still looking for something and I would have to wait a little longer. I told him to rest assured and hang up.

But the boss got even angrier. He yelled that I was lying and said he would call the police.

I immediately sobered up after hearing that, and grabbed the shopkeeper's arm, saying

, "Uncle, please don't! I really didn't lie to you, I sincerely came to buy condoms. I just didn't bring any money, please forgive me this time, I won't do it again."

The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, then asked if my name was Meng Chenghuan and if my boyfriend's name was xxx. I said yes, so you know my boyfriend. He hesitated for a moment, then said, "In that case, I can give you the condoms, but you have to do some work for me, consider it part-time work.

" "Of course, I wouldn't accept something so valuable for free, you're so kind, Uncle!" I was overjoyed, and for some reason, I felt particularly emotional, almost to the point of wanting to kneel down before the shopkeeper.

So the shopkeeper led me to the room and said,

"Here, drink the orange juice first, were you scared just now? That's just how I am. When I get impulsive, I don't think about anything else."

I drank the rest of the orange juice, and the shopkeeper went to make another cup. As soon as I relaxed, I started thinking about my boyfriend again. I began to imagine how he would treat me in a little while. I

vaguely felt the boss hand me orange juice again, saying the job was actually very simple: he had received a new batch of goods and wanted me to test them out while he went in to pick them up. I said okay. He went back into the warehouse. Before going in, he said he had received a disc and wanted me to check the quality of the disc, whether there were any issues, and whether it would skip frames or stutter when playing. He asked me to check it carefully. I took a sip of orange juice and said okay. He turned on the TV and player and left.

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It turned out to be porn. Luckily, my boyfriend lets me watch porn quite often. But watching this kind of film at this moment is really uncomfortable~

The scene on the screen was of an Asian woman having sex with a European man. The woman's erect nipples, the man's magnificent penis, thrusting. Ah~~

Just as I pulled up my skirt, almost wanting to secretly masturbate, the boss came in. A camera was set up next to me, and he said,

"This is the vulvar vibrator I got. Come on, try it on me."

I felt like I was drunk, barely understanding what he was saying, only knowing that I had a new job. I mumbled, "I haven't finished watching the video yet."

The boss said it was okay, he was really happy to have such a diligent employee like me. He sat down next to me and turned on the vibrator. Then he held down my hand that was lifting my skirt, helping me to lift it completely, revealing the semi-transparent panties covering my vulva. Seeing that I was a little nervous, he said,

"You're a natural employee, you even know to wear this kind of panties, perfect for testing tools."

I was secretly happy, but before I could thank him, the vibrator was already at my vulva.

"Uh~~~~"

I felt a pleasurable vibration in my lower abdomen and unconsciously groaned.

The boss carefully vibrated the vibrator around my vulva. Soon, I started producing a lot of vaginal fluid, soaking my underwear as usual and even making all my pubic hair wet as if it had been washed by rain. Just as I felt I was about to climax, the boss used his hand to pull my shirt up. This caused my breasts to pop out naturally. While I was tensing up in anticipation of orgasm, his massager left my genitals and attacked my breasts.

"Ah~~~" My nipples were already extremely sensitive, and after being neglected for so long, the pleasure was immense. The moans I had been suppressing with my remaining sanity instantly turned into wild cries, moving in sync with the women on TV.

"Haha, even your clitoris is showing!" the boss said, massaging my breasts with the massager while also playing with my genitals. "My already semi-transparent panties, soaked with my vaginal fluid, were perfect for observing my little employee's feedback on the trial."

I felt so good, so uncomfortable, so itchy and tingling inside, I desperately wanted something inserted. But of course, I was too ashamed to say it.

Just then, the boss suddenly stopped. He looked at my genitals again, patted them, and said, "That's enough, I'm going to change to the next product. Here's a task for you: finish the orange juice in the cup before I get back. Be good, the cameras are rolling." He left again.

I was disappointed, so I secretly started masturbating while watching TV, rubbing my wet vulva with my fingers through my panties. I don't know how much time passed, but the boss finally came back. He saw that I had been masturbating and the orange juice on the table hadn't been touched. He got angry,

"How can you be such a bad employee? You haven't completed any of the tasks the boss assigned. Fine, you don't need to do the test today, you can leave!"

I was terrified and utterly disappointed. I hurriedly grabbed the cup and gulped down the drink in one go. Because of my uncontrollable body and haste, I spilled a lot of orange juice, which choked me. After finishing, I immediately knelt on the floor and begged the boss,

"Boss, please, forgive me this once. I'll never do it again. Please continue... please continue using me as a test subject, okay?"

The boss smiled and said okay, but only this once, and asked me to take off my underwear. I tremblingly took off my soaking wet underwear. The boss said I was good, adjusted the camera, and then took out three vibrators and a roll of duct tape. He lifted me, who was slumped on the floor, and sat me on the sofa. The places his hands touched felt like they were on fire. He used the duct tape to stick two tube tops to my nipples; the cool tape felt incredibly comfortable against my skin. Then he turned on the three vibrators. Instantly, a wave of pleasure surged between my breasts, and I began to moan again.

"Boss...you're so kind...I'll definitely...definitely...definitely be a good employee...I'll do whatever you say."

At that moment, the boss inserted the vibrator into my vagina and slowly began to thrust. My vagina, having finally received the long-awaited insertion, immediately contracted excitedly. A jolt of electricity coursed through my body, and soon I climaxed. After my second climax, the boss tucked the vibrator's power box into my skirt. He said he was going to get something. Then he seemed to get up and make two glasses of orange juice, saying he had a task for me: I had to drink them all before he returned. Also, the three vibrators absolutely could not fall off at any of the three points on my body, absolutely not.

I groaned and carefully sat up. I carefully reinforced the tape securing the vibrators to my breasts. Then I pushed the vibrator into my vagina even deeper.

"Ah...oh~~~" My mind went blank; I really wanted to just masturbate until the next climax. My breasts were so swollen, and my whole body was so hot. But a persistent warning within me told me I had to finish the work the older man assigned me and be a good employee. There would definitely be even better work to do later. Thinking this, I forced myself to drink two large glasses of orange juice. It took me ages to finish them; my stomach was so bloated, and I needed to pee.

Just then, my dear uncle finally returned, carrying a normal-looking vibrator. Seeing that I had obediently finished two large glasses of orange juice, he praised me and said it was a reward. He then inserted the vibrator directly into my already overflowing vagina.

"Ahhhhh!!" Just one thrust brought me to the brink of orgasm; the pleasure I felt was beyond words.

But after a quick check, the boss pulled the vibrator out along with the vibrating egg from my vagina. He said,

"I just investigated. Although you're a student, you're still a prostitute. Mengmeng, you're basically a student prostitute, right?"

"Ah~~~ Great… I… I'm not, Mengmeng… Mengmeng is just a student."

The boss turned off the vibrator. "That's a pity, all my employees must be prostitutes. Let's call it a day."

The boss's words instantly plunged me from a warm paradise into a bottomless ice cellar. After a moment's hesitation, I quickly lied,

"I'm a prostitute, don't let it go today."

Hearing this, the boss smiled again, turned on the vibrator and rubbed it against my vulva, saying,

"So you really are a prostitute, that's good. Then why did you lie to your uncle in the first place? Were you afraid that if your uncle knew you were a prostitute, he would dislike you and not want to play with you?"

Seeing that the boss believed my lie, I quickly climbed back up,

"Yes… I was afraid that you would dislike me for being a prostitute…"

The boss said, "Why were you afraid I would dislike you for being a prostitute?"

"Because... I'm afraid... I'm afraid... after the boss finds out I'm a prostitute, he... he... won't want to... play with me anymore."

"Hmm, you want me to play with you that much? Okay then."

The boss said, inserting the vibrator into my body and stirring it around. But after stirring it a couple of times, he pulled it out and said,

"Wait a minute, are you really a prostitute? If you really are a prostitute, you should be moaning, not like this."

"Xiao... Xiao Meng is a prostitute... but... but... Xiao Meng is stupid... I've been a prostitute for so long... and I still don't know how to moan... when I'm in heat."

"Oh, there's nothing I can do with a stupid employee. When you're in heat, you not only have to moan, but you also have to say things like 'Fuck me,' 'I want a cock,' etc." After the boss finished teaching me, he inserted the vibrator again.

"Ah~~~~ Fuck me~~~ Fuck me."

"Oh... I~ I want a cock."

I moaned like that, just like the boss taught me, and came a few more times. I was still muttering, "Cock, cock...fuck me."

Seeing I'd lost my motivation, the boss slumped onto the sofa. Except for my wet lips still muttering, I couldn't move a single part of my body. My clothes were soaked with sweat, and urine from my incontinence had mixed with my vaginal fluid, flowing all over the sofa.

"I haven't even had my fill yet," the boss said, thickening another glass of juice and forcing it down my throat while pinching my nose. Soon after, I regained consciousness, my whole body burning with desire.

I barely managed to lift my head and look at the boss, saying, "Boss... I want more..."

"Want what?" The boss pretended not to know.

I explained, "I want to be penetrated... I want a dick..."

The boss took off his clothes and said, "Easy, seeing how enthusiastic you are on your first day, I'll reward you. Do you want a real dick? A real dick is so good, a hundred times better than an electric dick."

I vaguely heard the boss say this, and my whole body burned with lust. The word "want" burst out.

The boss squatted down and licked my genitals, saying, "But I have another question. Mengmeng, you said you're a prostitute. How long have you been a prostitute?"

I was speechless for a moment, then lied again, "Mengmeng... Mengmeng is so stupid, I don't remember... Don't ask me... well~"

Girls often use coquettishness and feigning weakness. The boss said, "I know everything. Mengmeng has been a prostitute for 8 years. Mengmeng has been slutty since she was a child. She started working as a prostitute in elementary school. She would pay someone one cent per time, right?"

I don't know what came over me. Although I was completely confused at the time, I still knew that the boss wanted me to repeat myself. I said, "Yes... Mengmeng... has been a prostitute since elementary school... one time... one cent... Mengmeng... is very lewd... Uncle Boss... could you please not just lick Mengmeng, but also... also fuck... ah." Like a drunkard, I grabbed the boss's penis,

lifted his head, and said, "Okay, Mengmeng says, 'Prostitute Mengmeng begs the boss, please fuck little prostitute Mengmeng to death with your big penis. Little prostitute Mengmeng is the most lewd prostitute in the world, hoping to work here for the rest of her life until she's fucked to death.'"

I stammered and repeated it, and then, in a daze, I received my reward...

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don't know how much time passed, but my mouth tasted sour. I opened my eyes and saw that the boss had fed me some more orange juice. I became more sober then and suddenly remembered my boyfriend. "Boss, prostitute... ah no... Mengmeng's boyfriend..."

"Yes, I'm feeding you now so you can go home and serve your boyfriend."

I felt a vague unease and looked at my clothes, which were already a mess. I hurriedly said, "Boss, I can't let my boyfriend see me like this."

The boss said he had thought of something and had already found me a matching set of clothes. He told me to take a shower and change.

I went to the bathroom to shower in a daze, took off my clothes, and saw the vibrator attached to my breasts dangling precariously. I instinctively covered it up. I came out and asked the boss if I could take the vibrator off. The boss praised me again and said it was okay. Only then did I enter the bathroom and turn on the water to wash myself. Suddenly, a burst of cold water hit me. I finally woke up completely. I realized that I had been raped! I, I think I looked very lewd! I felt so sorry for my boyfriend. I quickly turned off the water, dried myself off, wrapped myself in a towel, and left the bathroom.

The shop owner remained calm. He said, "The clothes are here. I'll go out first, you can change." I was stunned. Had I made a mistake? My mind was a mess, I couldn't think straight. I quickly changed into the clothes the shop owner had prepared for me. It seemed the shop owner hadn't prepared gloves, maybe they were out of stock. Also, the underwear was open-ended. Wearing it was practically the same as not wearing anything. I hesitated for a moment, but thinking about the embarrassing things that had just happened, I didn't care anymore. I put on the underwear, put on the skirt and clothes, gathered up the stockings, and fastened the garter belt. I put on the high heels. Even the high heels were new, but they were so high! I was already dizzy, and wearing such high heels, I staggered to pick up my phone, student ID, and medicine, and went to the cashier in the outer room. I questioned the shop owner,

"Sir, did you...did you just rape me?"

The shop owner looked stunned and said, "No, I didn't. You asked me to do it when you were using the product." As he spoke, he pressed something behind the counter. The large TV in the shop showed a video of me being fucked. In the video, I was incredibly lewd, gripping the boss's penis, saying, "Prostitute... Mengmeng... please, boss... please fuck me to death with your... big cock... little prostitute Mengmeng... I'm the most lewd prostitute in the world... I... hope... to work... for you... for the rest of my life... until... until I'm fucked to death..."

I was terrified and furious, but my lower body still felt involuntarily itchy. "This!"

the boss said smugly. "That's right, isn't it? You even asked to come back to work. You're a good employee, you have to keep your promise. If you don't keep your promise, I'll post your job application video everywhere. Meng Chenghuan, anyway, I've already photocopied your student ID."

My heart sank. It was a trap! It's all my fault, how could I be so stupid! What am I going to do now?

The boss spoke again, "Don't worry, as long as you behave and listen to me, I won't make things difficult for you. Give me your phone, I need your number. From now on, you're an employee of our shop, and you have to be available whenever we call."

I had no choice but to hand my phone to the boss, watching him save my number. He also saved his own number in my phone.

"Here, this is the number called 'Boss.' Little prostitute, from now on, if you receive a text message from this number, you must obey 100% of the instructions, or you'll be in trouble. Do you hear me? Agree now!"

I reluctantly said "Okay." The boss handed me a condom and said, "Now I order you, go back and serve your husband. But in your current condition, can you still serve him? Don't make him uncomfortable and make him suspicious."

"Ah?" This was my biggest worry. What if my boyfriend found out that I had done this behind his back? How could I live?

The boss handed me the orange juice packet, with about half a packet of powder left. "I just gave you some of this aphrodisiac, but with your current strength, that little bit isn't enough, absolutely not. You need to eat all this powder!"

The boss looked at me sternly. So this was the aphrodisiac! No wonder I'd become so lewd! I was furious, but under the boss's intimidation and the fear of being discovered by my boyfriend, I had no choice but to reluctantly swallow the powder. The powder stuck in my throat, making my mouth incredibly dry. Luckily, there wasn't much left, or I might have really died from the dryness. The boss handed me a glass of water and a handful of birth control pills, saying,

"Take the birth control pills. I just ejaculated so much inside you. I don't want my employee to be pregnant at such a young age."

I felt ashamed, but hearing about birth control, I quickly took the pills and swallowed them, which also helped wash away the powder in my throat. "I think you only need to take one birth control pill," I thought after taking it, but I wasn't sure anyway, and besides, I'd already taken it.

"Okay, hurry back, don't keep your boyfriend waiting," the shopkeeper said kindly.

I quickly put on my very high heels and rushed home. Luckily, it was late and there was no one on the street, otherwise, who knows what they would do if they saw me dressed like that.

When I got home, it was already three o'clock. My boyfriend was still awake and, trusting me, didn't ask what I'd been doing. After thanking me and taking the pill I'd brought, he wanted to have sex with me. I was nervous, thinking he was going to interrogate me, but he trusted me so much. I stammered, "Hey, we still have birth control pills at home, right? I'll just take the pill today, and you can ejaculate inside me." Letting him ejaculate inside me was at least a small compensation for him...

My boyfriend was very happy. He took off my clothes, tore open my stockings, smeared cream all over me, and started licking. Although I was completely exhausted, spurred on by the aphrodisiac, I still had sex with my boyfriend frantically. He seemed very excited today, lasting a long time before ejaculating, and he did it twice, giving me multiple orgasms.

Not long after I fell asleep, my boyfriend woke me up. Turns out I was going to be late for class! I quickly got dressed, grabbed my backpack, and went to school. It wasn't until morning reading that I realized: I was still wearing the same open-crotch underwear I wore yesterday under my school uniform. And there was still traces of two men's semen inside my vagina…

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