Chapter 1

“Perfect. Hold right there,” the man in front of me rasped, his breathing heavy.

I sat in the art studio with sheer fabric barely covering me, my legs spread wide as my chest heaved with every breath.

男人走到我面前... Wait, let me ensure full English translation: He stepped closer, his hands guiding my body. “Relax. Just stay like this.”

His palms slid restlessly across the bare skin of my back.

I obediently followed his lead, parting my legs even wider without realizing it...

1.

Bored during summer break, I found a part-time gig online that paid three hundred dollars a day in cash.

The job was simple: live figure modeling.

The listing specifically asked for a well-proportioned figure with a large bust to create dramatic artistic contrast.

I looked down at my own generous curves, my cheeks heating up.

Ever since I could remember, my figure had always turned heads.

Guys never failed to drop dirty hints whenever I walked by.

My heart fluttered. This gig felt like it was tailor-made for me.

After doing some quick research, I realized the job was effortless―all I had to do was pose.

Three hundred bucks a day was serious money.

Since I was broke and stuck at home, I messaged the employer right away and sent over my measurements.

He replied almost instantly, telling me to meet him at a local studio the next afternoon.

It was an art studio I had passed by several times in the city.

I started getting ready early the next morning.

I put on a tight mini skirt specifically to highlight my best assets.

Landing this gig meant a lot to me.

When I arrived at the address, erotic, muffled sounds echoed from one of the private studios down the hall.

I crept toward the noise, freezing in my tracks.

The sounds were unmistakable, instantly sending a thrill straight down my spine.

The place was divided into several private studio suites.

One of the doors was slightly ajar, so I peeked through the narrow crack and caught a glimpse of bare, porcelain skin.

A pair of slender, pale legs was hoisted right over a man’s shoulders...

I gasped softly.

“Ah... please...”

Soft, breathy moans drifted through the air, making my pulse race.

They were actually going at it right here in broad daylight.

The woman’s breathless whimpers of pleasure and pain made my own body grow restless.

The man flipped her over, quickening his furious thrusts.

A sudden shiver ran through me, and I couldn’t help picturing myself under him...

My face burned as I stared, but suddenly, a firm hand tapped my shoulder.

I jumped, clapping a hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t scream.

A handsome man stood behind me with a knowing smirk, glancing toward the cracked door.

“Daisy?” he asked.

I stared at him blankly. “And you are?”

He flashed his phone screen, and I immediately realized he was my client for the day.

The loud moans from the room continued to echo down the hall, making my breath hitch.

He kept a straight face and sighed lightly. “Things like that are normal around here. Follow me.”

My cheeks felt on fire as I glanced back one last time. Was this really normal?

Squeezing my thighs together, I hurried after him.