In Nigeria, beside a bustling flea market, shameless married nympho teachers service native outcasts in a rundown building. As usual, the young Nigerian decided to make a pit stop to greet his friend, Azuka, whose parents were vendors at the market. Their makeshift booth was a bit off the main traffic crowd but conveniently located right by one of the parking lots. As Chukwura and Azuka casually chatted, occasionally glancing at the incoming visitors, he spotted a familiar car he recognized all too well, with the driver standing beside it, grinning. Walking away against the flow of market visitors, as if intentionally avoiding the commotion, were the two gorgeous lecturers heading toward an adjacent street. Chukwura's eyes widened when he noticed their outfits. These were not suitable for wandering through the busy market alley. The two busty women were scantily dressed in the shortest skirts and fitted crop tops, paired with provocative heels. He frowned, recalling that he had seen them enter the car by their home earlier, dressed conservatively. Had they swapped outfits in the car, right under their private driver's watchful gaze? If so, what could possibly be the reason for their street hooker appearance? Noticing Chukwura staring, Azuka elbowed him and pointed at them. "Pfff... Here they are again!" he said with a shrug, clearly unimpressed. "What do you mean by this? Do you know them?" Chukwura asked incredulously. "Not personally. I heard they are married teachers at the campus. They come here every day at the same spot, swap into whore outfits, and head to Building A to do their business. You should go and check it out. We all did!" Azuka grinned sarcastically.