I'm Going to Die. What's Wrong with Being Greedy for Male Sex?

"I want to sleep with you!" At eleven o'clock at midnight, in front of a high-end office building, as soon as a man with a perfect nine-headed figure came out, I rushed over and grabbed his tie. Not only does she have a good figure, but she also looks like she stepped out of a comic book. The more I look at her, the more excited I become. The man looked at me as if he was a madman, "I'm sick!" "I am indeed sick, and you..." I stood on tiptoe, closing the distance between the two of them even more, my red lips almost touching his, "This is my medicine!"