The perverted training of married woman Qiuyan (2)

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"You got it so quickly! Thank you for showing me such a beautiful sight!"

Qiu Yan stared blankly at the phone in her supervisor's hand. The phone captured her deep breath, her brow furrowing, causing
wrinkles to appear on her forehead, and the two cigarette butts that lit up as a result.

"Please delete this—cough! Cough! Cough…!"

Halfway through her sentence, the thick smoke stung her throat, causing Qiu Yan to cough incoherently. She hurriedly reached for her nose—
not to remove the cigarettes that were causing her pain, but to secure them in place to prevent them from falling off.

"Cough…! Cough…! Cough… Hmm… Hmm…"

Only about a quarter left, she absolutely couldn't give up halfway—betting her dignity as an elite,
Qiu Yan, with tears welling in her eyes and her mouth and nose dry and uncomfortable, finally managed to finish smoking the two cigarettes in her nostrils.

"Okay! Thank you for your hard work! Here's the third and fourth!"

The manager personally removed the cigarette from her burnt-out nose, and the comfort of inhaling clean air through her nose made Qiu Yan feel
sluggish. When she noticed the manager's expression darkening, she hurriedly put the other two cigarettes into her nostrils and lit them. Just as a new
wave of stench entered her throat, she felt a sudden impact to her lower body. It was the manager's leather shoes.

"If it's just the smoke, you'll find it hard to concentrate, right? It'll be very uncomfortable, won't it? Why don't you try to shift your attention
elsewhere?"

He rubbed and rubbed.

"Yes... phew... thank you..."

Qiu Yan agreed verbally, but she had already made up her mind not to foolishly step into the trap. This time, she would
inhale deeply through her nostrils, trying to end this dry and burning nightmare as quickly as possible.

"Hiss... hiss... cough! cough... um... um... um..."

However, each deep inhale was very uncomfortable, not only in her nose and mouth, but also behind her ears and on her face
.

"Hiss—hiss cough! Hah...hah uh! Hah...uh uh..."

Adding to this, the constant wriggling motion of the shoe tip pressing against her private parts gradually became unbearable
.

"Hiss—whoosh...! Hiss—whoosh...!"

Even though it was uncomfortable, she had figured out the trick—as long as she took a deep breath and immediately exhaled through her mouth, the smoke
wouldn't keep assaulting her throat.

"Hiss—cough! Cough cough! Cough...uh uh..."

She also had to be careful not to accidentally exhale through her nostrils; the hot air escaping along the edge of her nasal passages was the most uncomfortable.

"Hiss...ah, finished smoking..."

The manager stared at Qiu Yan as if admiring a work of art, continuing to rub her panties with his toes without saying a word.

Seeing this, she had no choice but to change the cigarettes herself, putting the two almost-finished cigarettes into the ashtray and stubbing them out—no
—she should have inserted new cigarettes, lit them, and then stubbed them out. This was what the manager wanted.

When the third cigarette began to assault Qiu Yan's already unbearably hot nasal cavity, she noticed she was sweating
profusely and her legs were a little numb. Once her attention was diverted to these small things, the rubbing sensation in her private parts became even harder to ignore. She
remembered when her husband had tried to make love to her when she had a cold; although she felt very uncomfortable at the time, her body still reacted—perhaps it
was because of this annoyingly sensitive constitution that she was wet at this moment…?

Fortunately, the manager wasn't barefoot, but wearing leather shoes as he rubbed against her; otherwise, he might have discovered her lewd reaction. "Speaking of which, Miss Cheng—" "Yes…?" " Your face is very red!" "Huh…" Could it be that he'd already noticed? "Is it because of the smoke? The heat, centered on your nasal cavity, has turned your whole face red—" "Yes! Because of the cigarettes… whew…!" "—Or is it that your vagina is reacting?" These words froze Qiu Yan, who was eager to answer, her eyes fixed on the manager's phone camera pointed at her, unsure what to do. It wasn't until a wisp of cigarette ash fell onto her thigh due to her stiff movements that she quickly steadied her nose and brushed the ash away. However, her awkwardness at being caught out had already been recorded by the manager, and it was still being filmed. "That was close! It wouldn't have been good if it had burned your areola!" "Yes...yes, thank you for your concern, manager...sigh..." She wavered. No. Absolutely not! She should have guided him, diverted his attention from her private parts , but how could she do that on camera...? Qiu Yan couldn't figure it out; her head felt heavy from the smoke, making thinking incredibly difficult. After going around in circles, she could only let the manager continue rubbing her slightly damp private parts, trying to focus only on the heat in her nostrils amidst the gradually increasing pleasure of the caresses. The fourth cigarette entered her nose, and Qiu Yan was already sweating profusely from the smoke, dizziness, leg numbness, and the caresses; her consciousness was no longer as clear as it had been at the beginning. Even knowing her face, with cigarettes sticking out of her nose, was ridiculously reflected in the phone camera, she had no time to care. All she could do was try to stay awake amidst the smoke in order to complete the task assigned by her manager. "Hiss—whoosh…hiss—whoosh! Cough! Cough! Cough…ah! Hmm…hiss—whoosh… " The fifth cigarette entered her nose, and Qiu Yan's breathing no longer only reflected the bitterness of the smoke, but also included the pleasurable reaction from her moist vulva being stimulated. She tried to distract herself by wiping away sweat with her hands and stabilizing her nose, but to no avail. The bra and panties, wet and heavy with sweat, amplified her physical sensitivity, and the ever- growing phlegm in her throat constantly reminded her of the cigarettes in her nostrils. The combined pressure made it impossible for her to ignore —that she was a slave obeying orders, smoking through her nostrils, and the pleasure of being comforted by her commander . "Hmm... Ugh... I'm sorry, I'll get a new cigarette... Hmm... Okay. Hiss—Hmph ...!" The sixth pair of cigarettes entered her nostrils. Dizzy and disoriented, Qiu Yan felt no sense of accomplishment at having accomplished halfway through, and she began to grow impatient with the manager's overly lukewarm caresses. The caresses that started with the second pair of cigarettes had already made her wet by the third, and now, after smoking so many cigarettes, her private parts were already overflowing... Of course, she definitely didn't want to have sex with this man. Despite being dizzy and thirsty, Qiu Yan still had her limits. However, the caresses were fine ... after all, they were already going at it. What she hoped for was that the manager could use a little more force, or push her a little faster.

Some, to quell her somewhat out-of-control lust…

“Huff…huff…huff…! So thirsty…my throat is so dry…hiss…hiss…huff
…!”

The seventh cigarette wafted into her nose. Compared to the manager who was effortlessly recording this scene on his phone, Qiu Yan
felt she must look terrible—because now, apart from her soaking wet underwear, her appearance
could only be described as “wet,” “hot,” and “stinky.” At this moment, the manager, who had been silent for a while, finally
spoke.

“It’s hot, isn’t it? Why don’t you take off your bra and let your areolas breathe!”

“Yes…huff…”

There was no need to think anymore. Qiu Yan waved her arms, which were weak from dizziness, and unhooked her sweat-soaked bra
, placing it next to the ashtray. Her firm breasts, supported by her bra, suddenly sagged, resembling a pair of aged, baggy
breasts. The large, dark brown areolas and erect nipples were helplessly exposed to the camera. Qiu Yan lowered her head to wipe
the sweat from her cleavage, hot, dry smoke rising slowly from her breasts.

"Wow, seeing your breasts up close is quite a shock! Such large areolas, such large nipples
! Haha!"

"Yes, thank you for your...commendation...whoosh..."

"You should smile when you hear a compliment! Lift your face and give the camera a smile!"

"Uh...um, ha, haha..."

Qiu Yan tried to force a distorted smile, but the manager remained silent, his expression turning serious. She realized her
smile wasn't good enough, so she immediately took two deep breaths that made her throat sore, then raised her hands, smiling as she formed a YA shape
on .

"Yay...yay-yay-yay!"

The manager laughed, snapping a picture of Qiu Yan's ridiculous state—her large, dark headlights, a cigarette stuck in her nostril, and a man's shoe pressing
against forced a smile. The only slight flaw was that
it wasn't clear how wet Qiu Yan's black underwear was!

With the eighth cigarette whistling through her nose, Qiu Yan continued to put on a brave face, trying to look like a young woman in her twenties who loved taking pictures
, so the manager could record her haggard yet comically ugly appearance.

"Try a different gesture this time! Like a flower! Like a flower!"

"This...like this?"

Qiu Yan first cupped her cheeks with her hands, then slightly separated them, and then pretended to smile
happily as instructed. The manager was very satisfied, but the orders didn't stop there.

"Next... here it is! Let's make a heart shape in front of your areolas!"

"Yes... like this?"

The heart shape formed by her fingers couldn't completely cover Qiu Yan's areolas; her nipples even took up most of the space.

The manager laughed and said it was the funniest and ugliest heart-shaped areola he had ever seen. Qiu Yan didn't know how to react,
so she just kept smiling and let the manager take several photos. After each areola was photographed once, the camera switched back to recording
mode. Qiu Yan followed the order and blew smoke into both nipples in turn, and the laughter stopped.

After the ninth cigarette went in, the manager put his phone on the table and continued recording Qiu Yan's dizzy appearance,
turning away and seemingly busy with something. The caresses of her private parts suddenly stopped, making Qiu Yan extremely uncomfortable, but
she knew she was still on camera, and touching herself would only cause more trouble. She could only endure, endure
the pungent smell that repeatedly stimulated her body, and the wet, sticky emptiness in her private parts… Even

after smoking a last pair of cigarettes, the situation remained unchanged. Qiu Yan's gaze towards the camera and the manager held a hint of
resentment; even though the cigarette box was finally empty, her body was more concerned with the ever-growing emptiness. As the unpleasant half-
smoked cigarette ash fell to the ground, the manager finally turned around, smiling as he bent down to touch her already anticipated private parts
—rough fingers slipped directly under her panties, tracing her wet labia, bending before inserting.

"Mmm…!"

This insertion instantly shattered Qiu Yan's resentment, bringing a touch of spring to her haggard face. The manager's fingers probed and
prodded inside her soaked vulva, and Qiu Yan couldn't help but lean against the manager's shoulder, a
dazed, seductive smile on her face as she looked at the phone camera.

"Ah...! Ah...! Huff... Huff...!"

Her mouth, churning with laughter and puffing smoke, her contorted eyebrows, her makeup smeared with sweat... Qiu Yan couldn't care
less anymore. The liberating sensation in her private parts was blossoming between the man's fingers, the cigarette in her nostrils was almost finished smoking, everything
was going in a wonderful direction, everything—

"Hmm! That's enough."

"...Huh?"

The manager suddenly stopped the pleasurable stimulation Qiu Yan was experiencing,
withdrawing and placing them between her lips, where white smoke was billowing. Qiu Yan instinctively took the manager's fingers into her mouth, gently sipping her own love juice,
then slightly parted her lips and exhaled the last puff of white smoke.

"Perfect timing! Congratulations on smoking the whole pack through your nostrils, Miss Cheng!"

"Ah... thank you. Hmm..."

"Well..."

The manager smiled at Qiu Yan, whose nostrils were now free, then bent down and sniffed her nostrils. Their lips
almost touched—Qiu Yan's mind was slowly returning to normal. She wasn't sure why she felt a little
regretful; perhaps her body still lingered on this man's caresses... When the manager faced her, Qiu Yan looked into
his eyes and felt a pull.

"You can leave now, and I'll revoke your 'current use rights,' allowing other men to order you around.
Or, you can accept my next arrangement—to commend you for successfully completing your first order,
this time you can choose freely!"

"This... this..."

There was still some time before the end of the workday, and there was no reason not to be bothered by these men again. In that case, choosing
an opponent with whom she had already developed a tacit understanding was perfectly reasonable... Yes, not because this man had made her wet
, nor because she was actually somewhat looking forward to it... simply because it was reasonable.

Qiu Yan quickly convinced herself, and with her face still flushed,
nodded .

"Please tell me your next arrangement..."

The manager patted Qiu Yan's head happily, then told her to put on her bra and move her limbs. Once she
could stand again, her private parts, which had calmed down considerably, were suddenly grabbed by the manager. The desire that had subsided reignited.
Qiu Yan, facing the manager, once again lost control.

"Now, I want you to go to the break rooms on each floor, pick up all the employees' cigarette butts, and stuff them into
your bra and panties. You have to stuff them until all three areas are stretched to their limit before you come back. This
should be a piece of cake for someone as smart as you. You can do it, right?"

Quickly understanding the order and setting aside unnecessary doubts and shame, Qiu Yan displayed her elite
qualities, nodding with a flushed face.

"I understand, I will do it."

"Good, go!"

So, Qiu Yan, wearing black underwear, left the manager's office in her high heels, heading first to
the nearest break room. A male employee was talking on his phone inside. Ignoring his surprised gaze, she focused on
the cigarette butt area on the trash can, picking up all the cooled cigarette butts and stuffing them
into her bra.

"Hey! What are you doing…"

Qiu Yan ignored him, clearing the break room before heading to the next floor via the stairs. Two girls
were chatting inside, and they too cast strange glances at Qiu Yan. She silently endured it all, picking
up cigarette butts with lipstick marks or yellowing and stuffing them into her bra.

"What is she doing? It's so dirty..."

"Disgusting! How can our company have such a pervert..."

Unsuspecting employees mocked or tried to dissuade her, but Qiu Yan ignored them all. Anyway, she
wouldn't get into trouble doing this, since everyone above knew the truth. By the time she had collected almost all the cigarette
butts in the building, she had lost count of how many people had seen and cursed her.

Her bra was quickly stuffed with cigarette butts, and her panties surprised her. She already felt full on the ninth floor
, but she could still stuff them into the remaining three floors—meaning that besides the remaining space between her legs,
her wet vulva, which had been teased by the manager, was now also filled with extra cigarette butts.

Bearing a mouthful of cigarette butts and enduring the pain of her private parts going from moist to dry and sticky, Qiu Yan finally decided to take
the elevator back to the manager's office. She was greeted by a belt made of transparent tape and numerous cigarette boxes, as well as
a crown, bracelets, and anklets also made of cigarette boxes.

"Excuse me...excuse me, what are these...?"

"Stand still, let me help you put them on!"

"Yes..."

Her full belly was covered in a dense band of cigarette box tape, her slightly fleshy arms and thighs were adorned
with ornaments, and finally, a cigarette box crown... Combined with the cigarette butts bulging from her breasts and private parts, and the edges of her
bra overflowing with them, Qiu Yan was transformed into an incomprehensible yet utterly lewd figure.

"Just insert this and you're done, bear with it!"

"Yes... Ugh! Ugh!"

Finally, the manager forcefully inserted two unlit cigarettes into each of Qiu Yan's nostrils before taking a
picture of her with satisfaction.

"This flu is pretty good, Miss Cheng! Smile, smile!"

"Yay... Yay!"

"The victory sign doesn't feel right... Spread your legs a little wider! Like a crab, open your filthy
private parts!"

"Yes... Yay!"

"That's it! That's it! Smile!"

"Ahahaha—!"

What am I doing... Even though I understand that all of this is to return to my previous life,
Qiu Yan still can't help but question herself when forced to do this incomprehensible perverted behavior.

"Next, memorize these lines, and we'll go to various departments to promote anti-smoking! Haha!"

"...Yes. Uh-huh..."

Incomprehensible, incomprehensible, incomprehensible—

although she can't understand it, she can understand that she is a pervert for doing this.

Although she couldn't understand it, she felt immense humiliation from the perverted behavior forced upon her by the man.

And... what she still didn't want to admit was the pleasure that accompanied the humiliation.

"Um... everyone, look over here! Waaah! Waaah!"

Qiu Yan, all ready, dressed in underwear covered in cigarette butts, looking like she was wearing a cigarette pack, her vagina
stuffed with butts that made her flesh swell, and two cigarettes stuck in each nostril, went to each department. Her legs were turned outwards
like crab legs, her hands raised in a victory sign, and she boldly exposed her armpit hair and the large areolas that were faintly visible behind the cigarette butts
, attracting the attention of the employees who were startled and pulled out their phones.

"I am...this company's anti-smoking ambassador! Cheng Qiuyan! Forty years old! Married! Everyone...look
closely! This body is full of everyone's...one day's worth of cigarettes...!"

What's going on? What happened? Did she break down due to work pressure? -- Many eyes were focused in

disbelief on Qiuyan's mature yet perverted body, and the sound of cameras snapping photos rose and fell.

"I...I want to tell everyone! Smoking is harmful to your health! And you might...you might...you might end up like me
! Ahahaha! Ahahaha...!"

Crackling—crackling—Qiuyan's crab legs were now comically raised one after another like a sumo wrestler

, and the cigarette pack on her body clattered with each movement, cigarette butts and ash falling off with each movement. Some people were
amused by her, while others were still in a state of shock. Despite the strange looks from everyone, Qiu Yan, her face flushed, continued
her declaration:

"Everyone needs to be...restrained! Hahaha! Smoking too much will make you stupid! Like...like this! Cluck...
cluck cluck ! Cluck cluck cluck! Cluck cluck cluck cluck!"

Qiu Yan's comical imitation of sumo wrestling and rooster flapping its wings only made more people laugh, but the scene became even
more awkward—just as she didn't know how to end her out-of-control performance, the manager, who had been hiding outside the door
, stepped out, slapped her bottom with one hand, and gave her a thumbs up with the other.

"Thank you, Ms. Cheng, for your performance for our anti-smoking campaign! Although it was a bit awkward...ah, no! I mean
, although it needs improvement, please give us a round of applause, okay?"

Clap clap...the applause, though given the manager's face, was still only sporadic. But
the manager didn't mind, instead happily pinching Qiu Yan's bottom, urging her to accept the applause.

"Well then, let's move on to the next department for our presentation. Ms. Cheng, would you like to perform for everyone again?" This

was clearly an incredibly embarrassing and exaggerated act... When the manager released Qiu Yan's buttocks and touched her breasts, which were full of...
As Qiu Yan bit down on her underwear, her sensitive body was still completely
struck by a fleeting pleasure amidst the overwhelming shame, and she nodded with a twisted smile.

"I'd be happy to, Manager..."

And so, Qiu Yan spent the entire afternoon following her manager through every department in the company, conducting vulgar and
obscene anti-smoking sermons at each location. This made her, who in recent years had almost exclusively attended meetings with senior management, an instant sensation throughout the company's network.

When she was finally able to remove the cigarette pack that had made her look so unsightly and put her clothes back on, it was almost
time to leave work.

Through the live stream on her work phone, Qiu Yan's mission continued. She endured the
disdainful glances from every employee she encountered on the street, and as she sat in the
BMW that symbolized her different class from those other employees, her turbulent emotions still hadn't subsided.

The dashboard lights flashed coldly, and the car's air conditioning kicked in. Qiu Yan first called her husband, asking him to pick
up the child. While speaking, she mentally planned her next steps: she could only turn off her work phone
and take off her underwear once she got home—even through the suit, she could still smell the sour ash emanating from her clothes
—she needed to clean herself thoroughly, especially her genitals still covered in cigarette butts, then pack
the cigarette butts in a small garbage bag and throw them in the building's trash can to avoid arousing her husband's suspicion. Luckily, the vegetables she ordered this week had just
arrived the day before yesterday; after throwing away the trash, she could quickly cook dinner. All of this had to be done before her husband and child arrived home; she had
to make everything seem normal. Especially since she had just promised her husband on the phone that they would have sex tonight;
it wouldn't be good if he smelled anything strange.

After quickly reviewing the procedures and confirming everything was correct, Qiu Yan reflexively picked up the cigarette pack and lighter from the car. Before
even lighting it, the fresh smell of tobacco wafting from the pack sent a chill down her spine. She hesitated for a moment, then finally decided to
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"Um, Section Chief Wu... you like this kind of areola, right? Want to touch it?"

"Really?"

"Well... of course, you need Qiu Yan's permission first. Haha."

The honest but perceptive section chief winked at Qiu Yan. Actually, whether the section chief was just going through the motions
or genuinely wanted to touch her, it didn't matter to Qiu Yan. At this moment, under the control of the vice presidents,
all Qiu Yan could do was smile and give a "yes" answer to every question.

"No problem, please touch it, Section Chief Wu."

"Then I'll...!"

It's just touching an areola, nothing serious... Qiu Yan repeatedly convinced herself, but her brows
furrowed slightly involuntarily.

The section chief came up to Qiu Yan, bent down and stared at her richly colored areola, his oily nose
even sniffing, making her feel a little uncomfortable. The section chief sniffed several times before smiling and looking up
at Qiu Yan, saying,

"Because you usually smell of cigarettes, I didn't expect to smell such a pleasant fragrance!"

"Uh... thank you,"

Qiu Yan replied awkwardly. She immediately noticed the deputy general manager's disapproving expression and quickly changed her tune,

"Because I'm an anti-smoking ambassador now, so I try to smoke as little as possible... haha..."

"Ah—right, anti-smoking advocacy! I never thought you'd make such a sacrifice! Hahaha!"

"Ha, haha..."

Amidst a dry laugh, Qiu Yan felt a widespread heat and squeezing sensation on her left breast. It took her a beat to react.
The section chief directly pinched her left areola with his entire palm and began to knead it with a delighted expression.

"Wow, these areolas feel so different! And at your age, they have
a roughness that younger girls don't have, the whole feel is so firm!"

"Oh... I see, I'm so glad you like them."

"It's hard to hold them with one hand! Can I touch the other one too?"

"Sure... please touch."

Without needing to confirm with the vice president, Qiu Yan understood what the other party wanted. As long as the section chief didn't involve any further
sexual activity , she would fully cooperate. Therefore, when both of her areolas were pinched by the section chief, Qiu Yan just forced
a smile with slightly flushed cheeks, without making any unpleasant reaction. Halfway through the not-so-gentle rubbing,
the vice president's voice came:

"Section Chief Xu, you seem so engrossed in watching, why don't you go and touch it too?"

"Haha, since the vice president said so—Ms. Qiu Yan, may I?"

"...No problem, please come closer."

"Yay!"

This section chief, like the one currently rubbing her breasts, belonged to the investment department. In other words, besides the company's
senior management, these two were the people Qiu Yan saw most often.
The two section chiefs who used to sit diagonally across the conference table with their incomplete reports, meekly letting her rub their faces, were now standing in front of her naked body
, each rubbing one breast, their nostrils blowing hot air towards her breasts.

"Hey, when you're done rubbing, let's take a picture!"

"Okay, okay! But don't send it to my wife!"

"Then stand on one side... Oh, Ms. Cheng, put your hands on the shoulders of the two section chiefs!"

"Yes... Is that right?"

Qiu Yan followed the instructions and put her arms around their shoulders. The older section chief lingered, caressing her areolas,
while another section chief, closer in age, turned and leered at her hairy armpits.

"Up close, I noticed your armpit hair is quite thick!"

"Uh, yes..."

"You're surprisingly open-minded in private. How about we go on a date sometime? Haha!"

"Haha..."

Why pretend to date? He just wants to sleep with her—this kind of shallow lust is easy to see through,
but if the timing is right, it can be quite effective. Like now, this man's tentatively flirtatious attitude
made Qiu Yan realize that her body wasn't just attractive to those old men from yesterday; it still held
considerable appeal for men her own age.

"Alright, let's start recording! Pick up our charming anti-smoking ambassador!"

"Huh?"

Qiu Yan had barely uttered a question when both section chiefs simultaneously squatted down, each grabbing one of her buttocks and the
back of her knees, lifting her off the ground.

"Ugh!"

The two men lost their balance as they stood up, startling Qiu Yan, who quickly grabbed their shoulders and was eventually lifted up in a shameful position with
her legs wide open.

"Wow! This position is even better than I imagined! Come on, all of you, come over and take a group photo!"

Qiu Yan hadn't yet gotten used to the cold feeling of her private parts being exposed to the camera when another section chief
brought his nose close to the inside of her open thighs, his nostrils darting into her wrinkled, dark labia, taking a deep
sniff.

"Ugh...!"

Even though her husband had smelled her just last night, being forced to spread her legs and smell her was a completely different experience.
More shameful, more humiliating, and also more...stimulating. A thrilling stimulation, a stimulation that ignited her desire,
a stimulation that should be called pleasure... but Qiu Yan sternly denied its existence in her heart, stubbornly regarding it
as a strange emotion derived from obeying orders.

However, Qiu Yan's body wasn't as intelligent as she thought. Even though she mentally refused to acknowledge that it was
pleasure, her body still innocently triggered a physiological response.

A wetness was spreading, quietly creeping between her thighs and in front of the man's nostrils—fortunately, before this
heart-pounding wetness reached her entrance, the man, laughing and muttering
things like "It stinks!", let her honeypot rest.

"Huff...huff..."

Qiu Yan's flushed face and panting, her faint reaction to the man's sniffing of her vulva, were naturally recorded
on the vice president's phone. But now wasn't the time for reminiscing. Of the other three men, two section chiefs squatted
directly beneath Qiu Yan's private parts, while the other vice president, shouting that he didn't want to be on camera, hid behind Qiu Yan
, burying his face in her buttocks.

"Oh...!"

Her buttocks were spread open by the man, her dry, sticky anus pressed against his nostrils, a wave of sensation shooting straight to her heart.
The stimulation from the anus made Qiu Yan's cheeks flush red, causing her to instinctively tighten her anus.

How could this be? Although Qiu Yan had witnessed how perverted a manager's behavior was yesterday, she never imagined that
anyone would like an anus—no, she knew, vaguely remembering such scenes in pornographic films on her husband's computer
—but she always thought it was something only found in pornography. Only now, after men smelled her anus
, did she realize that the perversion of these men was beyond imagination.

What to do? Was her buttocks clean? Yes, right? Did she clean it every night when she showered?
Would it get dirty again after a night? Did urine flow over it when she urinated in the morning? Did she miss wiping? Yes? Yes?

"Miss Cheng's anus smells bad, really. Haha..." Oh

no—it wasn't clean!

"It's a bit hard to see in the backlight... but there's definitely some poop on the left side of your anus!"

"N-I'm so sorry!"

"Hmm? You don't need to apologize. In fact, the smell makes your anus even more alluring!"

"I see..."

Qiu Yan, who relaxed because of the vice president's words, couldn't help but think, "That's great." But then
she was confused because she felt so fortunate—should she stick to her own principles or try to please these people? Whether she was focused on
getting back to her job or on herself as a woman, it seemed she was leaning towards pleasing men.

"Come on, smile! Smile! Section chiefs, don't be idle, help our anti-smoking ambassador '
spread out' a little! Miss Cheng, don't forget to make the gesture too!"

Clinging to the instructions and escaping the chaos, Qiu Yan shamefully spread
her legs , exposing her moist, fleshy vulva to the men below, revealing her face.
Stimulated by the men's hissing and sniffing sounds behind her, her face flushed, she made a victory
sign with her hands hooked on the men's shoulders.

"Yay...yay—!"

After the group photo, everyone didn't leave. The vice president made them maintain the same pose and
asked Qiu Yan , whose heart was pounding,

"Miss Cheng, this is a rare opportunity, why don't you introduce yourself in this pose?"

"Huh...?"

She shouldn't have questioned him, nor could she hesitate—the vice president's sudden change in expression startled Qiu Yan. She quickly took two deep
breaths to calm herself and then smiled at the camera.

"Hello everyone! I'm Cheng Qiuyan, forty years old, married, with two children... Due to some factors, I'm currently
on unpaid leave... However, I will use this time to improve myself and look forward to being able to—"

The recording was interrupted, the vice president's face turned even uglier, and the section chiefs were speechless
. Qiuyan immediately realized she had made a mistake. In a very short time, she recalled the vulgar words she had heard throughout the day and realized that she had "gone in the wrong direction." She
pleaded with her eyes for another chance, and after being granted permission, she changed to a more relaxed tone and said:

"Hello everyone, I'm Cheng Qiuyan! I'm forty years old, married, with two children; as you can see
, both children were born from Qiuyan's open pussy... Of course, they were also holding these big
areolas and drinking breast milk secreted from her nipples... Oh! No, I'm sorry, because Qiuyan's anus is being
sucked by a man, it's a little... ah! A little sensitive..."

"--Very good!"

The vice president's smile returned, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, including Qiuyan, who had personally felt the chill.
The vice president walked over with his phone, zooming out from the group photo to Qiu Yan alone. He continued filming with one hand
while slapping Qiu Yan's open vulva with the other. Qiu Yan trembled slightly, her once-tight anus
slowly relaxing as the other person inhaled.

"Although it's not quite hitting the spot, just keep it like this!"

"Yes, I'll try..."

*Slap!

* "Ouch!"

*Slap!

* "Uh! " *

Slap!

* "Ah...!"

After a few more slaps, the vice president's palm produced a thin, translucent silver thread. He then used his wet palm
to knead Qiu Yan's vulva, making her moan and groan incessantly. When he was done playing with her, he released her increasingly overflowing vulva,
wiping his sticky, wet hands on her thighs before turning back to take commemorative photos with everyone's phones.

Qiu Yan, who had been teased to the point of ecstasy by the men, was finally released. Her eyes, no longer sharp and capable,
were now filled with an ambiguous daze, and her reactions became sluggish. When she saw everyone
return to , she suddenly felt betrayed. Whether it was the section chief who was obsessed with large areolas or
the vice president who enjoyed smelling women's anuses, these men had clearly acted so infatuated, how could they leave her
without looking back when her body had been aroused?

Of course, Qiu Yan didn't actually want them to continue—at least in her hypocritical self-justification,
caressing and sex were on different levels—meaning that even if she didn't want to be raped or gang-raped, a little more
provocative teasing was reasonable. That's why she felt betrayed.

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