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Ten days before the wedding, she returns to the southern water town that raised her, wanting only to live out her last quiet days as an unmarried girl. But Lu Zhixing is there too—her fiancé’s childhood friend, the two of them thick as thieves since diaper days, the man who has coveted her with his eyes since they were teenagers, and who now lives on the top floor of a building on the town’s edge, complete with a wine cellar and a private playroom. A jar of aged nü’er hong, and a string of old memories he lifts up one by one and lays before her again, pry back open the door in her heart that was about to close. From one grip through her shirt, to the stripping away of the ivory-white lace she had prepared for her wedding night, to that line when he was buried deepest without a condom—“Can I just go in like this?”—and finally to his two equally discreet friends joining in, the last no-tomorrow madness before the wedding. When dawn breaks they all scatter, she washes herself clean, dons the white veil, and carries this secret no one will ever know into the wedding hall. Three chapters alternating between viewpoints: Lu Zhixing’s obsession hidden for years, her layered tug-of-war between guilt and a body that betrays her on the eve of her marriage, and the fiancé off in another city, run ragged over the wedding, oblivious to all of it, who has even entrusted his childhood friend to “look after my bride-to-be for me.”

A woman worn out by her nine-to-five spends a long vacation driving alone to a kink villa hidden on the outskirts of Jiangcheng, handing herself over to a well-drilled training crew — three men and one woman, one of them a married couple whose wife is an ice-cold domme. Collar, tail plug, nipple clamps, breast pump, fucking machine, rope, dog cage and dog bowl: days of unbroken twenty-four-hour taming that break her down from an adult who has only licked chains in fantasy into a body that has truly learned to kneel in welcome and to beg. The first time she has never given anyone, she gives to the husband of the couple. Rotating points of view: the dominant man, the heroine’s inner unravelling, and the two halves of the couple who watch coldly and then step in themselves.

She flies with her lover A to an unfamiliar city to meet his four male friends. After dinner they enter that low-floor room whose window faces the busy shopping street, and she is ordered to strip facing the glass — from the stiff, shy fumbling of a first-timer to a slap that shoves her into another kind of order. Circle blowjob, group facial, collar and gag, a charging cable, a hand around her throat and a creampie; then walking the streets by day with a little toy inside her, a mouthful smeared even outside a park toilet, filthy talk let loose on camera, and a heart-sign selfie sent to her boyfriend at dawn. Three chapters, multiple POVs: the bitch and exhibitionist drawn out of her, the A who leads her step by step into group play, and the four men who take turns using her.

Yao Wei is a senior-year model whose figure breaks every frame, yet back at school she is the good girl hugging her portfolio. No one knows the first time a big-shot photographer opened her up was in a car after the shoot. From a stack of cash traded for a single touch, to becoming his mistress and being flown out of town, to a yacht where three men pin her front and back and fill her in turns, to being dragged into a karaoke room by an old master to sing along — she gives herself away again and again, chasing that overload of being objectified, dominated, driven past the point of gushing out of control. The skin of a good girl, wrapping a body that sinks deeper the more it is cursed.

In her third year of grad school, she was crushed under her thesis and her advisor, prim and proper as a porcelain figure set on a windowsill. Until she met Xiaohang, a freshman from the sports college — nineteen, a javelin thrower, shoulders broad enough to block out an entire window. One party where everyone drank too much cracked that porcelain open, and a young, powerful body pushed in through the crack, slowly filling and prying open twenty-four years of hoarded restraint. Later came a tall exchange student from England. She went from a graduate student who nodded and smiled politely in the hallways to a woman who wanted nothing more than to be stuffed full by young men, growing more addicted the more cuckolded her men made her feel.

Her husband has been posted overseas for more than a year, and she keeps a hollow apartment in the Jiangnan region all to herself. After joining a local badminton club, she meets the “big brother” who organizes the group’s gatherings. Over the May Day holiday, an invitation to a villa retreat halfway up the mountain rips open the loneliness she has bottled up too long—a blindfold, stockings, one stranger after another. For the first time, she lets her body speak before her reason does.

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.