Lucky Cleaner

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Today, Zhang Hao, as usual, was cleaning the windows of a 35-story building. Because it was a challenging job,
the pay was quite substantial. From the moment he secured the safety locks, he had been fantasizing about how he would spend his
time after work partying with friends at a disco. Actually, dealing with the drinking parties was a headache. He wasn't a heavy drinker, but
with so many people encouraging him, how could he possibly drink less? Thinking back to the times he'd gotten completely drunk and cried in front of people
, he gave a wry smile. However, at least he felt free and unrestrained with his buddies, able to let loose completely
. Perhaps that feeling was a kind of compensation for the hangover headache. He carefully checked each safety
lock and the steel cable, fastened his safety belt, then put on the cleaning solution and his professional glass cleaner and sat on the lift
chair, slowly descending to the 25th floor. He had already finished cleaning the top 10 floors the day before. Since the client hadn't
asked for a quick finish, he was happy to relax.
He enjoyed his job, even though others saw it as dangerous. After two years, he knew that as long as he was careful, it
wasn't a big deal. Aside from a broken steel cable, everything else was minor.
The probability of a steel cable breaking was even lower than a car tire flying off unexpectedly; at least
, he hadn't heard of anyone having an accident in his line of work. He was always careful and never careless at work. He could also openly
"peep" through other people's windows, observing their lives, work, and even their passions
. However, houses without mosaic-covered glass were rarely inhabited; most were
office spaces for companies and businesses. Some even had blinds, presumably for the company's top executives
. But watching others' busy lives wasn't bad either. He wiped the windows while observing other people's lives, hurriedly moving around
... Some were running, some were calmly sipping coffee, some were frantically typing on their keyboards, some were diligently reviewing their files, and some were even
secretly playing games. He laughed, mischievously knocking on the window, startling the kid, who responded
with a vicious glare…
As Zhang Hao slowly descended to the 22nd floor, he noticed a strange phenomenon through the glass. There were two women in the apartment
. One was clearly wearing a doctor's white coat, and the other was dressed in professional attire—a jacket, short skirt
, stockings, and high heels, though very expensive, suggesting wealth. She wore glasses, appeared quiet, and was quite beautiful
. As for her figure… well, probably a voluptuous woman, Yang Hao thought to himself. No wonder, even from a distance, he could
clearly see that her jacket was stretched high, the buttons on her chest taut… Now she stood quietly with her legs together
… Looking at the pocket watch on the white-coated woman's wrist, it seemed the female doctor (let's call her the woman in the white coat) was still
talking about something. Zhang Hao listened and nodded, then the female doctor started the pocket watch swinging back and forth like a pendulum
. The woman's gaze seemed drawn to the watch, staring intently at it. "Is it really that pretty?
Who uses a pocket watch these days?" Zhang Hao wondered, puzzled. He absentmindedly wiped the glass, glancing over every now and then
. He saw the woman in the business suit's eyes grow increasingly listless, finally closing slowly, her body
leaning back on the sofa. The female doctor gently lifted the woman's eyelids, then saw her lips move
. She then gently massaged the woman's breasts, but there was no reaction. The female doctor then
compared her own breasts, saw her shake her head helplessly, and said something, telling the woman in the business suit to lie flat on the sofa
. After she went upstairs, she sat down at her desk and kept writing something. It was then that Zhang Hao remembered the word
"hypnosis." He suddenly fantasized about how great it would be if he could have done what the female doctor had done earlier—so
... big! Looking at the woman sleeping on the sofa, Zhang Hao indulged in his fantasies, and
before he knew it, his nose was bleeding, pulling him back to reality. He sighed and reluctantly continued cleaning the windows. Afraid of being too impulsive
, he decided to clean the rest of the windows first. But now his mind was filled with fantasies and the woman's
unguarded sleeping posture. He overcame his urges with incredible willpower and cleaned the rest of the windows
. Finally, he couldn't resist anymore. "There's only that one window left to clean," he said, using the excuse of looking at the woman's
sleeping posture.
He slowly adjusted his chair closer to the room. Reaching the window next door, he saw the female doctor
hurriedly leave her office while making a phone call. She locked the door behind her, spoke briefly to her assistant, and then
left the office room (a suite with a medical room and a meeting room; the assistant was there). "Looks like she had something urgent
to attend to," Zhang Hao muttered unconsciously. Suddenly, he felt a surge of excitement. Now he could
look at her without restraint! Realizing this, he excitedly moved his chair to the window of the room. The woman was still lying
on the sofa, her hands folded over her lower abdomen, breathing evenly; she seemed to be sleeping soundly.
Zhang Hao unconsciously pressed his hands against the glass, his mind fantasizing about those hands caressing the proud breasts of the woman on the sofa
. His hands clenched and unclenched in his fantasy. He truly hated this glass; it
separated heaven and hell. In a fit of rage, he slammed his fist against the window, knowing the glass here was sturdy. But
when he hit it, the glass recoiled slightly. Thinking he had broken it, he jumped in surprise
. Looking closer, he was so excited he almost fell off his chair. The window hadn't been closed properly and had opened automatically
. Excited, he flung the window open, disregarding the danger. He stuck his foot through the window,
then slowly unbuckled his seatbelt, slid into the room, haphazardly tied the safety rope to the window, and eagerly
approached the unsuspecting woman
… Upon closer inspection, the woman was indeed very beautiful: a high nose, delicate eyebrows, long eyelashes,
a small mouth, a slender waist, and full breasts. Her chest was rising and falling evenly, indicating she was fast asleep
. Not quite sure if she was truly asleep, Zhang Hao gently nudged her. "If she wakes up
, tell her to cover herself with a blanket," he thought, offering this rather lame excuse. The woman didn't respond.
He shook her again, this time with a larger movement, but the woman remained asleep, her breathing unchanged and still even
. Zhang Hao boldly placed his hand on the woman's breasts, first slowly feeling the contours of her breasts,
then gently squeezing them. "Wow, so big, like a cow," Zhang Hao thought. He unconsciously asked, "What's your bust size
?" Then he heard a very pleasant voice: "90." This startled Zhang Hao. He quickly removed
his hand and jumped up, repeatedly apologizing, but after waiting for a long time, there was no angry shout or scream from the woman
. He looked up and saw the woman still asleep on the sofa, motionless. "Could I have misheard
?" Zhang Hao wondered uncertainly. He boldly returned to the woman's side, hesitated for a long time, then nudged her again. No response. Could it be sleep
-talking? He placed his hand on her smooth thigh, gently caressing it. The woman didn't react
. He was certain he'd heard her talking in her sleep and couldn't help but laugh. This woman was even thinking about her bust size in her dreams; she seemed quite proud of herself
. He slowly moved his hand inside her skirt, stroking it through her panties. "So good, a woman's
softest spot is only here," he thought wickedly. "Right, and here too." His other hand moved to
the woman's breasts, kneading them wantonly. The woman let out a soft moan, probably having a wet dream
. Zhang Hao shamelessly thought that this wouldn't satisfy his lust. He unbuttoned the woman
's blouse, and her breasts eagerly sprang out. He then unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a lace bra
. He squeezed and kneaded her breasts through her bra, the pleasure driving him to kiss her luscious red lips
. He parted her teeth, his tongue swiftly searching for her small nipples, his hand automatically slipping under her skirt, caressing her flat stomach
. Then, with a sudden force, he slipped his hand inside her panties, stroking the slightly curled pubic hair and the already rippling cleft
, his fingers exploring the warm, slippery depths, feeling the winding folds. He felt her breathing quicken,
causing Zhang Hao's penis to swell wildly. He unzipped his pants, releasing his member, then lifted her head and thrust it into
her mouth. After a frenzied release, Zhang Hao withdrew his member and caught
the leaking essence with his fingers. He remained conscious, knowing he couldn't go too far, and sat down on the sofa
. He placed the woman's head on his lap, lifted her bra, and revealed a pair of proud, full breasts to the air
. Perhaps due to the previous stimulation, Zhang Hao's nipples were hard and the areolas were slightly dark when he touched her breasts
. While playing with the woman's breasts, he slowly wiped the saliva remaining on her mouth, then used
one hand to touch her genitals while continuing to knead her nipples with the other. The woman's breathing became heavier, and suddenly she
arched her back. Zhang Hao felt a warm flow from his hand touching her genitals. He thought helplessly,
"This woman is so sensitive. I have to clean her genitals again. Luckily, I have enough toilet paper." So
he pulled out a stack of toilet paper and stuffed it into the woman's panties, then with
his hand free, carefully using the toilet paper to block the "warm flow" before pushing down the woman's skirt and panties together
. Then he carefully wiped the woman's private parts with paper. The woman had little pubic hair, and the color was very light, because she
didn't have a hymen. "She probably doesn't have sex often," Zhang Hao analyzed. "How many times a month do you have sex
?" he asked unconsciously. "...At most four times," the woman's voice rang out again. Startled, Zhang Hao froze. He slowly
turned his head towards the woman and found that her expression hadn't changed; she was still asleep. Was she talking in her sleep again
? Zhang Hao thought. So, he tentatively asked the woman, "What's your name?" He carefully observed the girl and found that
she had no expression. She slowly said, "...Bai Lu," her voice very hollow. Zhang Hao asked again, "
What do you do for a living?" "Business manager at XX company." The woman was a high-paid white-collar worker; XX company was very prestigious.
Zhang Hao was certain that the woman was talking in her sleep. He was very curious why the woman was here. "What are you doing here
?" Zhang Hao wanted to know the answer.
"I'm feeling a lot of work pressure, and I've been having trouble sleeping these past few days, so I asked Dr. Lei to give me some psychological therapy,
" the woman said softly.
"Did she hypnotize you?" Zhang Hao suddenly wanted to confirm.
"Yes," the woman gave him the answer he wanted. This made Zhang Hao suddenly realize that hypnotized people can do anything
… "Raise your arms," he commanded. The woman obediently raised her arms. Seeing the good results, he
mischievously said, "Stand up." The woman stood up, her private parts still covered in toilet paper, her breasts exposed
to the air. Her eyes remained closed. Seeing her silent state, his penis stirred again
. He stood up and entered her from behind, vigorously kneading her large breasts
. Soon, the woman began to moan, growing louder. Afraid that her noise would alert the secretary outside, he
turned her head and kissed her lips. The woman unconsciously made "mmm..." sounds
. After a while, he reached his limit, pulled out, and ejaculated onto the toilet paper. Seeing that quite some time had passed
, he slowly cleaned the woman's body, dressed her, and laid
her flat on the sofa as before. Looking at the woman, that delicious feeling from before resurfaced. He wondered if
... "To have her for a long time...right, I can give her a hint," Zhang Hao thought. He considered it for a moment and began
the opening act of his perfect life.
"Can you hear me, Bai Lu?
" "Yes.
" "Whenever you hear someone say 'Glass Romance,' you'll immediately enter this hypnotic
state, understand
?" "'Glass Romance,' I understand..."
"When Dr. Lei wakes you up later, you'll forget everything that just happened, only remembering that you had a wonderful sleep
. Of course, you won't forget my hint either, understand
?" "...Understood.
" Hearing a satisfactory answer, Zhang Hao straightened his clothes, picked up the toilet paper from the floor, and put it in his mouth.
He carefully stroked the woman from head to toe one last time, then fastened his seatbelt
, climbed through the window onto the suspended seat, gently closed the window, and continued his work. A short while later, the female doctor returned
. Zhang Hao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He listlessly cleaned the remaining glass, but his mind remained preoccupied with the passion he had just experienced. This
feeling was very different from normal feelings—it was exhilarating. He gave his final concluding remarks.

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