It once fell 10

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My life changed drastically after my boyfriend went to jail. Not only did our finances become increasingly strained, but I also unexpectedly discovered that he had a mistress. At that time, I was both worried about his case and resentful of his infidelity.
During those days of spiritual emptiness, financial hardship, and emotional distress, C offered me a lot of help, like sending charcoal in snowy weather. Although it didn't solve any real problems, it filled me with gratitude and comfort. A natural warmth, frequent visits, playful hugs, and a push-and-pull of coy confessions... My clothes were stripped away piece by piece. He played with my large breasts, his tongue warm and tingling my erect nipples. My already surging private parts spasmed with each touch of his fingers.
My body had welcomed other men before, but never had I felt this way. He held me in his arms, caressing me at will, thrusting in and out at will. Actually, my sexual ability was average; my penis was about the same size as my boyfriend's. What increasingly overwhelmed me were his endless games. At first, he would imitate the patterns in adult films, but later it escalated to the point where he would deliberately tease and openly discuss my skills in bed in front of his friends, making me feel embarrassed and ashamed.

To make a living, with the help of my sisters, I became a karaoke hostess. The good times didn't last. Business at the venue became extremely slow. To help my sisters, I used my boyfriend's connections to successfully lead my team from a low-end establishment to a high-end one. In these upscale clubs that we rarely frequented, there were many things my sisters and I had to learn from scratch, even the so-called work clothes—or rather, a ribbon wrapped around our young bodies. Just a slight pull on the flower-like knot at the chest, and we were instantly transported back to the Stone Age. "The Stone Age was good, beautiful women ran around naked."

For me, a "connected" individual, getting in through my boyfriend's so-called connections wasn't a problem, but meeting the sales targets for each period, month, and quarter was something I had to achieve. Standing in the luxurious private room, looking at my "March 8th Company," my women's army, I made up my mind to establish myself here.

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