The next second, he yanked hard at my bra strap.

Immediately, my breasts spilled out, their rosy little tips looking utterly enticing.

His eyes went wide, and he kept kneading them with his hands. My two mounds shifted with the movements of his palms, even spilling out between his fingers.

"Be gentle," I said.

I had to admit that his rough touch actually felt strangely pleasurable. A sensation like an electric current surged through my entire body.

The more he touched me, the more excited he became. He pressed down on me entirely and even tried to burrow between my legs.

I could clearly feel something hot and hard against my inner thigh.

Startled, I couldn't help but clamp my thighs together, my nerves on edge.

It was a good thing I was wearing underwear today, or he would've gotten in.

However, he wasn't satisfied. He hoisted my legs up and pushed up my short skirt.

"It's so pretty and still looks tight."

He reached out to pull off my panties.

This wouldn't do. If he actually pulled them off, I'd be done for.

Summoning all my strength, I straightened my legs and kicked him hard in the crotch.

He winced in pain, clutching his groin and glaring at me.

"How dare you kick me, you hussy? You must have a death wish!"

With that, he lunged at me.

Seizing the moment, I grabbed my bag and bolted out of the room without even bothering to put my clothes back on.

As soon as I got outside, I felt a chill on my chest. Only then did I realize I was completely exposed, my two big breasts swinging back and forth as I ran.

Other people in the slum saw this and laughed at me.

They thought I'd gone to the pervert's place looking for some fun.

Feeling utterly humiliated, I hurriedly tried to button up my blouse, only to find that two buttons had popped off.

The collar wouldn't close, revealing the edge of my black lace bra and my deep cleavage.

Terrified that the next few families would violate me, I couldn't even bring myself to stand at their doorsteps.

Instead, I stood right on the street and threw the contraceptives into the house through the doorway. If the door wasn't open, I'd toss them through the window. And if the window was closed, I'd leave them at the door.

In any case, I didn't dare set foot inside.

After finally finishing delivering all of the contraceptives for the day, I hurried back without stopping.

As soon as I returned to the office, I couldn't hold it in anymore and broke down crying.

Mr. Warren saw me come back and quickly tried to comfort me.

But his eyes kept drifting to my loosened collar, and he casually wrapped his arm around my waist as if by accident.

I couldn't take it anymore. After just one day, I wanted to resign. I didn't even care about getting paid. There was no way I was going to put myself in that kind of danger again.

However, Mr. Warren said to me in a serious tone, "Just hang in there for a couple more days. If you leave, we won't have anyone to cover this post. As soon as we find someone else, we'll approve your resignation right away."

I didn't want to cause them any trouble, so I reluctantly agreed to stay.

The next day, when I went to deliver the contraceptives, I didn't dare dress flashily anymore. Instead, I opted for pants.

When I got to the slum, the people there were surprised to see me dressed so conservatively.

"Why are you all covered up today? You looked so nice yesterday with your chest showing."

Embarrassed by their remarks, I kept my head down and paid them no mind.

I started going door to door to hand out the supplies.

At the first house, the man had a wife, so naturally he wasn't as interested in me.

The one I feared most was the single guy at the second house. He'd acted like a horny mutt the second he saw me, humping and rubbing against my body.

When I got to the second house, I planned to just toss the contraceptives inside. But before I even reached the door, I felt someone grab me from behind and carry me inside.

By the time I came to my senses, there were four men in the room. It was pretty dark inside, and all I could see were four sets of white teeth, which made it even more terrifying.

I clutched myself in panic.

"Wh-what do you think you all are doing?"

The lead bachelor said, "None of us have wives. Since you're always delivering contraceptives to us, you have to help us use them."

How utterly ridiculous.

However, I knew it was useless to reason with these people, so I simply warned them, "Stay back! This is a lawful society! What you're doing is illegal!"

Unfortunately, they weren't the least bit intimidated.

The leader grabbed me from behind and lifted me up. Then, two men on either side forced my legs apart.

"You were wearing a skirt yesterday, so why the pants today? Were you waiting for us to take them off?"

I felt like my head was about to explode.

"Let go of me, right now!" I shouted, struggling as hard as I could.

But the next moment, they pulled off my pants, revealing my fair, long legs.

One of them reached his hand between my legs and started touching me. His fingers moved really fast, and soon, I felt a warm, tight sensation in my lower belly.

Being held up in the air like that made me feel a kind of shame I couldn't put into words.

Before long, they had torn off my clothes too, and several of them hoisted my naked body up in the air.

I couldn't stop a tingling feeling from washing over my body. Desire washed over me like a flood, almost drowning me.

"And you say you don't want it? Your panties are soaking wet. You're probably dying for it."

With that, the leader stood between my legs and revealed his considerable manhood.

It was so big that I didn't think I could take it. If he forced himself on me, I might just die.

"Please, no. You're too big. I don't think I can handle it."

But the next moment, he grabbed my thighs and thrust forward hard.