The scent of incense clinging to my hair wouldn't go away, and before I knew it, my hair was giving off a strange smell. I sniffed at it curiously, only to confirm it was indeed incense. I'm not fond of incense, and the odor made me feel uncomfortable and distressed. I desperately wanted it gone, but I was out and about with no way to fix it. The lingering smell gradually made me feel nauseous. I already hate crowded places, but this scent intensified my discomfort. Feeling dizzy, I stumbled into a nearby cafe to catch my breath. Sitting there, completely drained, a stranger suddenly approached me. He didn't seem like a typical pickup guy. Honestly, I felt awful and just wanted to be left alone, but certain words stuck in my ears—"sex" and "money." After feeling slightly better, I listened more closely and realized he was asking, "Want to make money by doing sexual things?" I didn't have much experience, but I'd always been curious about sex. I'm only 21, after all, and there's still so much of the world I haven't explored. Curiosity and the appeal of easy money won me over, so I decided to go along with it. My partner was actually quite attractive, and I started thinking this might be fun. But once we arrived at the hotel, I grew nervous—my legs trembled. Still, as I entrusted my body to his gentle touch, my tension melted away, and arousal began to rise. When I started getting wet, he noticed with playful delight, teasing, "You're completely bare down there☆," clearly enjoying himself. It's no good—I'm so sensitive that just being touched makes me wet instantly. If this is how I react to just a little clitoral stimulation, what's going to happen next? All my nervousness and anxiety vanished, replaced by growing excitement.