I started having sex in the bathroom

We both quickly got dressed and returned to our respective rooms. The next morning, when I brought him tea, he asked, “How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” I replied.

“Does your vagina hurt?”

“It does a little, but it’s not too bad,” I said. “Will it be okay?”

He reassured me, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. It’s normal to feel some pain after your first time. Just don’t tell anyone about last night. Otherwise, they’ll call you a slut.”

He left that day, and I never saw him again. Since then, I have slept with countless men, losing count of how many times my vagina and anus have been penetrated. I no longer remember their names or faces, nor do I want to.