Astrea laid on her bed like a dead fish.
She had completely lost the will to move. Only when she remembered an embarrassing memory from time to time would she move, but she'd only be squirming at best.
Needless to say, it happened quite a lot.
The past few hours were more than enough for Astrea to understand what her classmates had been talking about in their classroom.
Girls her age would often group together to chat about their love life. Since they were on that topic, there was a very high chance that they would talk about their sexual relationship with their boyfriends.
Sure, she might look like a prim, proper, and innocent lady. And she was one. However, deep inside, she was very curious about it.
There, she listened to the story of her friends, as well as their embarrassing moments with their lovers.
In short, Astrea knew about sex, but only through secondhand experience.
Yet, now that her turn had come, she finally understood that not all men were equal.
