I am lustful and I have no regrets! (Martial arts science fiction adult novel)

I admit it, I'm slutty. My lust is real and undisguised. I can tell you frankly that I am no longer a virgin. When I was fifteen, a villain took away my virginity. Since then, I have been a dissolute person. The number of men I have slept with, or rather, the number of men who have slept with me, is almost reaching three figures. Let me tell you one more thing. I am not a dark night woman. I also have a legitimate job. My monthly salary is enough to fly two round trips to the west coast of the United States.

I admit it, I'm slutty. But I have never understood why straightforward lewdness is not as good as the hypocrisy that is concealed. Is it true that people cannot express their true feelings in life except pretending their feelings?

I admit it, I'm slutty. Even though I am so lustful, I also long for love, love in the pure sense. I have been with so many men who said they loved me before going to bed, but disappeared after we were done. I have lost faith in men.

I admit it, I'm slutty. But I am not hypocritical. I can't stand hypocritical people, whether they are men or women. I haven't been online for a long time. The Internet itself is virtual. People are thousands of miles apart and don’t know each other. There shouldn’t be so much hypocrisy, right? Is it okay for me to keep a beautiful imagination about the Internet or let me treat the Internet as an object of sexual fantasy? The first time I went online was to send an email to the company headquarters in San Francisco. A sanctimonious colleague held my hand and wouldn't let go while he was teaching me how to send emails. That night, I went to bed with him. He was satisfied and never dared to talk to me again.

I admit it, I'm slutty. The Internet allowed me to see another world, a world that is dirtier than my body. The men I slept with later were all wandering ghosts on the Internet. When they saw a woman, they would chase after her like a fly smelling rotten eggs. On the Internet, I tease them and they tease me, and we are indulging ourselves with the idea that both parties are contributing a tool to each other's enjoyment.

I admit it, I'm slutty. I don't treat myself like this because I'm ugly. No matter what, I can't identify myself with the dinosaurs. I am confident that with a height of 168cm, a weight of 55kg and a bust of 36cm, I can handle the situation. Otherwise, why would a man involuntarily look at himself after seeing me for the first time?

I admit it, I'm slutty. Is promiscuity just a privilege for women? I can't think of a word to describe a lewd man. Men are called perverts, sex addicts, and some are even called sex immortals, so why are women always blamed? It seems that everything is the women's fault, and it is the slutty women who seduce men.

I admit it, I'm slutty. Can anyone tell me what the standard of lewdness is? If a woman has two or more men, will she be called slutty? If I don't tell you, how can you know how much I have had? A man would claim that he is lewd but not promiscuous, I just want to say that you have the desire but not the courage. What men are afraid of is not this disease or that disease, because there are condoms to protect you. Any man would strip naked within three seconds if he thought his secret would not be exposed.

I admit it, I'm slutty. The moment the villain entered me, I knew that I was destined to be a lustful woman in this life. I didn't feel any pain, on the contrary, I experienced unprecedented pleasure and I orgasmed. My pain is in my heart. I knew, from that moment on, I was a woman. After that, I rarely had orgasms. Deep down, I hate piston movement, and more often than not I appreciate men's clumsy performances.

I admit it, I'm slutty. The Yangtze River is surging and the Yellow River is roaring. East and west of the Yellow River, Confucius and the famous Qinhuai prostitutes took turns performing China's ancient cultural drama. On the surface, I am well educated and appear very westernized, but deep down I am still a kind-hearted and simple Chinese woman. I hate that I always have sex in the name of physiology rather than love. Make love, what to do? What can be done is a thing or an object. Can love be made? If it can be done, it will be done in my tears.

I admit it, I'm slutty. I am such a lustful person, but I don't smoke, drink, or put on makeup. I don't need any disguise to hide myself, nor do I need any disguise to disguise myself. You can't tell my lustful nature from my appearance, just like some people try hard to hide their lustful nature but cannot. All I need is the thrill of my soul trembling. The only thing that can make my soul tremble is the eternal song "Fate". Every time I hear it, I burst into tears, and it's not just my eyes that can secrete liquid.

I admit it, I'm slutty. Although I can no longer experience physical pleasure from sexual stimulation, I will still pursue it. Confining sex to marriage is as ridiculous as saying that marriage cannot restrain adultery. When hymen repair becomes a fashion and breast augmentation and circumcision become more and more popular, the whole world becomes debauched. I am more like Pan Jinlian now. Apart from following that person who makes me want to vomit when I see him, the only other option left is to conspire to murder my husband.

I admit it, I'm slutty. When the way people addressed me gradually changed from adulterer, adulteress, to the third party, and finally to lover, it was the whole society that made me promiscuous. I have also experienced being caught cheating by someone else's wife, and more often than not, I was the one who slapped the other person in the face rather than the other way around. In the moments of hesitation of those so-called decent women, I saw their psychological inferiority, and at the same time I saw their uncontrollable physical desire. Maybe later, when their husbands or boyfriends were abusing my snow-white skin, they themselves were twisting, moaning and twitching under other men at the same time. However, it is me who is lustful.

I admit it, I'm slutty. I say it without hesitation that I like one-night stands, or perhaps calling it a one-night stand is more sexually arousing. I am fascinated by the corruption shown by the Roman Empire during its decline. Many times, I cannot control the torment of my desire, and I need a man to match the changes in a certain part of my body.

I admit it, I'm slutty. Only men can arouse my senses, and under the impact of this excitement, I cannot control myself. I long to be united with them, to become one with them, and under the catalysis of sex, the physical union brings my happiness experience to its peak. Only in this way can I truly experience the vigor and warmth of life. While being asked to do so, I also understood my own requirements. I felt that my mind and body were surrounded by indescribable waves. However, every time after that, I don’t know why I still need to support my numb limbs, and I don’t even know what to use to support my numb limbs. I don’t know why I still have a numb mind, I just know that I need to keep doing it.

I admit it, I'm slutty. Where do I come from and where will I go? When I came into this world, the world was bright; now, when I really walk into this world, I suddenly find that this world is so disappointing and frustrating. I am like a small boat without a beacon, drifting in the sea of ​​desire. I tried to find a holy place of my own, hoping that Jesus' holy hand would come to save me. I begged for God's forgiveness but God was not moved at all! God has abandoned this world!

I admit it, I'm slutty. Throughout the long history of mankind, the injustices suffered are the heaviest and most difficult to wash away. For thousands of years, they have lived in shackles and suffered abuse. My madly beating heart is also bound by worldly shackles and struggling under worldly pressure. It cast its last look of help towards me, and towards those people who were also troubled by "lewdness", "pornography", "vulgarity" and "depravity". We must rescue the simplest of human beings from the dire straits and bring it to a place where it belongs.

I admit it, I'm slutty. When debauchery is faced with overwhelming discrimination, self-harm and repression, a crazy counterattack is inevitable, but one has to pay the price of madness. The struggle in ignorance is a regression with blood and tears.

I admit it, I'm slutty. Every self-proclaimed noble person will undoubtedly condemn lewdness, but may not seriously educate innocence and curiosity. The white color is so dazzling, but it only appears holy against the backdrop of maturity. Those who have consciously or unconsciously fallen victims of thousands of years of feudal consciousness, or those who have intentionally or unintentionally become practitioners of the decadent sexual liberation of the West, all seem so sad and pitiful today in March.

I admit it, I'm slutty. I will always bear this crime in front of those hypocritical men. However, the hypocritical faces cannot conceal their inner restlessness, and all kinds of excuses have become their best disguise. With a song "It's All the Moon's Fault", men can shift the blame to the moon which is tens of thousands of miles away. Before these disguises were exposed, benevolence, righteousness, and morality were the most commonly used words by all men. But when love is not actually true love, but degenerates into a biological, blind, barbaric, and arbitrary bestiality, benevolence, righteousness, and morality have long been thrown out of the window, and the word "debauchery" is once again interpreted vividly.

I admit, I am lustful;

I am lustful, I am real;

I am lustful and I am happy;

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