The Game of Chastity

My boyfriend is obsessed with testing my loyalty. He drugs me with an aphrodisiac, then locks me in a room with his sleazy friends. This is the hundredth test. If I pass, I can go straight to the engagement party upstairs and become the Mrs. Fu everyone in the capital's social circles envies. To protect my virtue, on the twenty-third test, I slashed my arm with scissors and bled profusely. On the fifty-eighth, I stabbed myself with a knife, missing my heart by just one centimeter. On the eighty-seventh, I jumped from the third floor, suffered a traumatic brain injury, and nearly became a vegetable. After every test, my boyfriend insists on personally checking me. When he finds that I'm still a virgin