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Fan Jing is thirty, a graphic designer so quiet at work that her colleagues call her “Silent Mode.” Living alone on the fourth floor of an old apartment block, she goes from sitting by an open window with no bra, to taking out the trash at night with nothing under her skirt, to ordering a seventeen-centimeter anal bead stick online. One Friday near midnight, she stands at the curb with it buried inside her, and the man across the street watches her for ten minutes. Then he starts walking toward her.

Onstage she is the steadiest lead dancer under the lights; wherever her fingertip rises, a whole row follows. But offstage she pulls a slip dress she never means to buy into a mall fitting room, steps barefoot into little patent-leather shoes, and leaves the velvet curtain deliberately parted a sliver — what she wants was never the dress, it is the current that races up her spine when she is seen. Today, a man who has tracked her gaze since the third floor reads the invitation in that gap in the curtain. The velvet closes; the clerk’s heels click a few steps away, and behind one layer of cloth neither of them dares make a sound.

In her freshman year, Su Wan saw someone in a group chat jerk off to another person’s photo and talk filth — that cold white screen-glow pinned her in place. She saved his number, added him as a stranger, sent him her own photos, and let the man on the other side of the screen curse her while he watched. From kneeling and lifting her clothes, to filming cosplay masturbation videos begging to be humiliated, she raised herself into a cam that could be switched on any time. Sophomore year, she wanted to try something realer — a college classmate who kept coming to provoke her. On her birthday night, a few drinks in, he offered to walk her home, and they passed a deserted little grove… Two years of looking like a proper lady while being secretly trained into a bitch in heat, all beginning with one lamp behind a screen.

At the office she is the flawless assistant to the project lead, always wearing a perfectly composed face; only he knows that this slight little body secretly craves his astonishing size. The line between superior and subordinate that must never be crossed is trampled underfoot by the two of them again and again, trampled into a friends-with-benefits arrangement neither of them can quit. Kneeling at his feet in her stockings, the obedience she could never learn in the office she gives to him alone.

Just turned eighteen and newly admitted to university, a first-year freshman is dumped by her ex-boyfriend in the very first week of the semester. The boy who had promised they would make it through to graduation together changed his tune the moment he started at a university in another city. The day she moved her luggage into the dormitory, her chest felt hollow, as if a piece had been scooped out of her. At the orientation camp, a sophomore upperclassman rests a hand on her shoulder, smiling with careless ease. She does not push him away. After that she becomes like an object passed casually from hand to hand, from a hotel room to the secluded stairwell behind the academic building, played with in turns by a group of grown men — and in the humiliation of being objectified, she tastes a sinking pleasure that frightens even herself. She is willing, she is an adult, she simply does not want to be the one who is cherished and then discarded ever again.

A near-total novice keeps a date with a married couple. The wife wears sheer black stockings while the husband guides from the side. Toys, a vibrating egg, a silver plug — a three-way night that runs from nerves to complete surrender.

For this one meeting, he had kept himself empty for two whole weeks. A takeout order she loved, a game that warmed up slowly, and the three of them drifted from polite small talk all the way into that room with the curtains drawn. From the moment she knelt at the foot of the bed and took him into her mouth, to the second rendezvous when she climbed on top of him herself and eagerly granted his every wish — step by step she went from being led to becoming the most uninhibited one in the room. Two meetings, two surrenders, a resonance no one could put into words yet all three quietly understood.