This type of man, with a physique and appearance comparable to a celebrity...
Forget about paying, she'd be willing to offer her services for free, even if she had to pay him.
In the three years she's worked here, nothing like this had ever happened to her.
And now, a newcomer had just gotten lucky right after starting the job.
How could she not feel envious?
"Sir, your test results are ready. Please follow me."
Rod nodded and, as he walked past Louisa, suddenly stopped.
"Could I get your contact information?"
"Of course."
Louisa didn't refuse.
This man was the first one in her life she had gotten to know on a deeper level.
So her feelings toward Rod were complicated.
She had a good impression of him, and he wasn't bad.
Under normal circumstances, they might have started dating, becoming boyfriend and girlfriend.
But right now, she really needed this job.
It wasn't just the base salary, but the high tips that came with it.
That meant she had to interact with all kinds of men, strangers, to get what she needed.
No man would accept his partner working in such a peculiar line of work.
Rod didn't know what she was thinking.
After exchanging contact information...
He handed Louisa a piece of paper.
"I was very satisfied with your service. This is your tip."
"Although I don't know why you're doing this, perhaps you deserve a fresh start."
Rod smiled and said something that seemed strange, then turned and left the room.
"I told you... this time was free."
Louisa murmured quietly, her gaze unfocused.
Did he think of her as one of those women who sell their bodies?
Well, isn't that what she's doing? Selling her body like the women who stand on the streets, like a prostitute.
As long as there was money, anyone could be with her.
But why did her heart hurt so much?
Watching Rod's figure disappear, Louisa withdrew her gaze, feeling a sting in her nose.
She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Louisa, pull yourself together!"
She took a deep breath, calming herself.
Looking at the folded note in her hand, curiosity rose in her mind.
After all, this was technically her first real income.
Tens? Maybe hundreds of dollars in tips?
It might not be much, but it was a good start.
Louisa eagerly unfolded the note.
In the next second, she froze.
A check?
Looking at the check in her hand, Louisa was full of surprise.
Does anyone give tips using a check?
She curiously counted the numbers on the check.
One hundred thousand dollars!
Her heart pounded. Louisa couldn't believe it and recounted the numbers.
It really was one hundred thousand dollars!
She suddenly recalled Rod's parting words.
At first, she didn't understand what he meant.
But now, it felt like a bullet had shot straight into the most vulnerable part of her heart.
The strong facade she had been holding up shattered completely.
Her body trembled, and she crouched on the ground, burying her head in her arms, tears flowing uncontrollably.
"Thank you!"
"Incredible, absolutely incredible!"
"This is nothing short of a miracle!"
In a room full of modern instruments, a woman in a white lab coat had a look of intense excitement in her eyes.
Her gaze toward Rod was as if she was looking at a treasure.
"Doctor, could you please explain a bit more clearly?"
Rod frowned deeply.
Although the doctor's attitude was strange, what he really wanted to know was if there was anything wrong with his body.
"Your body has no issues, in fact, it's extraordinarily strong, beyond the norm."
The female doctor adjusted her glasses.
She crossed her arms, and her already strikingly exaggerated figure became even more noticeable with the movement.
Rod's gaze lingered on her chest for a moment.
To be fair, this woman's body was almost too good.
Her white lab coat was open in the middle, revealing a provocative and revealing outfit underneath.
Black shorts just barely covered the essentials, and a red tight-fitting top was crisscrossed with black straps that trailed from her pale neck and collarbone downward, splitting at the chest.
It skillfully highlighted the most alluring curves of a woman.
Her perfect body was fully on display, without any concealment.
Her slim waist that seemed almost breakable, the large "gifts" that hung naturally like ripe fruit, and the deep, unending pale valley.
It was clear this woman had great "career aspirations"—after all, she had such a prominent "career line."
Looking further down, her legs were long and perfectly straight, with just a hint of fleshiness.
Her thighs were slightly plump, while her calves were slender, encased in semi-transparent black stockings with red trim, where the fabric gently pressed into her full thighs.
She had the kind of legs every man dreams of, the kind that could captivate anyone for years.
And overall, her proportions were striking—wide hips, narrow shoulders, an astonishing figure.
From every angle, she was a flawless specimen of a woman.
Her face was perfectly beautiful, with a seductive charm, and a single tear mole at the corner of her eye—it fulfilled all of Rod's fantasies.
While Rod quietly took in this breathtaking woman...
The doctor, who had been half-reclining in her chair, suddenly stood up.
She slammed her hands on the desk, leaning forward.
Rod, seated, looked up at the doctor, who now towered over him from this angle.
But his gaze couldn't help but drop down.
As the doctor moved, her large "assets," like water-filled balloons, bounced dramatically in front of him.
There were only a few inches between them.
Due to the angle, those large, white "headlights" were practically pressed right up to his face.
Even if he wanted to look away, he couldn't.
As he took in the overwhelming scene, a phrase popped into his head:
"When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back at you."
Yet, he didn't feel any intimidation from the doctor's presence. Instead, he had just one thought:
These are huge!
So white they practically reflect light.