After Alex Easton finished speaking, he pulled over the flirtatious girl he'd been teasing earlier. Fatty Ding Dachong, already consumed by lust, impatiently picked out a voluptuous girl and, imitating Alex, wrapped his arm around her waist, shouting, "Hehe, babe! You gotta play all those tricks with Fatty here—just like Madam Silk mentioned earlier..."
The girl pretended to struggle, seizing the chance to raise the price: "Oh, you’re naughty... extras cost extra, you know..."
"Extra charge? Fine, then extra charge! Give me a Lightning Dragon Drill first—" Fatty was already burning with desire, his reason nearly gone. He whipped out two bright red RMB bills from his pocket and stuffed them into her cleavage, then scooped her up and hurried into the salon’s curtained inner room...
As the impatient Fatty disappeared inside, Alex Easton winked at Jake Jewel and Shawn Young while holding his chosen girl: "Hey! Brothers, enjoy life while you can! I’m heading in too..." With that, he led his girl into the back room.
The most handsome of them, Jake Jewel, instantly became the hottest commodity. Girls love a pretty face—an eternal truth. Jake, both good-looking and a virgin, was practically groped from head to toe by three or four seductive girls, and they didn’t even need any verification! Madam Silk had her sights set on Shawn Young, so the remaining girls naturally wouldn’t let a handsome virgin like Jake get away. In the end, he was carried off by the girls into the back, like Tang Monk dragged into the Spider Cave.
Only Madam Silk, whose spring fever was in full bloom, and the nervous Shawn Young were left in the front of the shop. Suddenly, Shawn recalled the beautiful silhouette etched in his mind and felt the urge to leave the salon immediately! He even regretted letting Alex Easton and Fatty talk him into coming here, especially when even the campus heartthrob Jake Jewel was persuaded to join them. Somehow, he’d ended up tagging along to this place...
Truth is, Shawn secretly had a crush on a girl—the campus belle from the Art Department at Southern University. But his low self-esteem kept him quietly yearning and daydreaming. Now, hitting puberty, he was desperate to experience a woman’s body. In their dorm, Alex Easton, the self-proclaimed love guru, always bragged about his wild encounters. To make things worse, Fatty had filled their computer with Japanese adult videos. The first time Shawn saw a naked woman on screen, he blushed furiously, just as curious and eager as the others. Spotting this, Alex encouraged the three of them to come to Wild Street to learn about women’s bodies—and minds.
Just as Shawn was caught in an inner struggle, Madam Silk suddenly pulled down the salon’s shutter, cutting off his wild thoughts and forcing him to face reality. With the door closed, Madam Silk, her eyes sultry, grabbed Shawn’s hand and pressed her fragrant body against him, making him blush bright red. She found his awkwardness especially amusing and, holding his half-reluctant hand, led him straight into the back room.
Passing through the curtain-lined hallway, Shawn saw a whole new world inside—a row of pink-tinted cubicles separated by thin partitions. As Madam Silk led him past, laughter from the seductive girls echoed from within the rooms, mixed with Alex’s voice, Fatty’s urgent shouts, and especially Jake’s cries: "No... don’t do that... stop... wow..."—all ringing in Shawn’s ears.
Madam Silk turned back and smiled flirtatiously at Shawn: "Hehe... little cutie... your friends are strong and interesting. Just wait, sis will show you something even more exciting soon..."
Shawn Young’s heart pounded wildly: "Oh no! What’s meant to happen will happen…"
Past the row of tiny cubicles, Madam Silk led him to a large, private suite by the wall. She opened the door, and Shawn was stunned—it was a whole other world inside. The décor was lavish: plush carpet, high-end furniture, a genuine leather sofa, and, most eye-catching, a ridiculously huge bed in the center, covered in fragrant sheets. Compared to the cramped cubicles outside, this was a palace. Clearly, this was Madam Silk’s own room.
Madam Silk locked the door behind them, then turned and hooked her fingers under the hem of her black silk mini-dress. In one smooth motion, it slipped to the floor, revealing her fair, fragrant skin and a scandalously sheer lace lingerie set. The see-through fabric barely clung to her curves, and the sight sent Shawn’s blood surging. His nerves melted into wild excitement, and the mental wall he’d built up was crumbling fast. He looked down in panic, trying to muster his last bit of resistance, but his body was already betraying him.
Madam Silk was delighted—finally, she’d caught a fresh-faced virgin! Seeing Shawn’s awkwardness, she knew he was in his last stage of resistance. With a playful cry, she wrapped herself around him like an octopus, pressing close to his trembling, rigid body. One hand slipped around his waist, the other lifted his chin, positioning him perfectly to gaze into her deep cleavage…
"Handsome boy… hehe… you’re so cute when you’re shy!" Madam Silk’s breath was hot as her long legs wrapped around him. Through her ultra-thin stockings, Shawn could feel her tiny thong pressing right against his growing excitement. She expertly rubbed against him…
"Damn! This should be illegal!" Shawn gasped, unable to hold back. At this point, his desire completely overpowered his reason. All his guilt, confusion, and anxiety flew out the window—his mind was off to Java! With a low growl, he clumsily grabbed Madam Silk, pushing her down onto the bed. The two tumbled together, with Shawn frantically tearing at her lingerie.
"Don’t rush… hehe… handsome, you’re so naughty, don’t rip it… let me do it." Madam Silk, flushed and eager, helped the clumsy Shawn undress. Their bodies tangled so tightly that by the time Shawn was stripped down to just his boxers, and he’d managed to peel her stockings down to her knees, he was already panting heavily…
Just then, Madam Silk pushed Shawn back and murmured, "Wait… you haven’t put on a condom yet!"
Seriously? At a time like this, she wants a condom? Shawn, breathing hard, figured he was boarding the train without a ticket. He grabbed his pants, fished out all the cash he had—one thousand RMB—and stuffed it into Madam Silk’s cleavage, growling again to show his frustration…
The scent of Shawn’s masculinity sent Madam Silk’s spring fever into overdrive. Her eyes grew hazy, her body went soft and inviting, and she surrendered herself completely. Shawn was trembling all over, nerves stretched tight as…