You already read from the last chapter how three village women came to the kothi that night, all of them hungry and shameless. They had heard whispers about what Papa and his friends had done to me, and instead of shunning me, they wanted their own taste. I thought I had endured everything a body could endure after being passed among Papa and uncles, night after night. I was wrong. That night the women showed me a new world, a world where mouths were not just mouths but instruments of pure, devastating pleasure. They held me down, took turns, and taught my cunt things I never imagined. Their tongues, their lips, their fingers, they all worked together in ways that men simply could not. That was the night I truly discovered that women lick better, and now I am addicted beyond any hope of return.