Colleague Wang Jianren

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In my second job after graduation, there were six colleagues in the office. Four of them were close in age and we got along quite well.

One of them, a man surnamed Wang, was about three or four years older than me. He seemed refined and spoke in a friendly manner, and I had a strong liking for him (not romantically, of course).

After about six months, we became more familiar with each other, and I started talking more casually. Occasionally, I would make some lighthearted remarks to the women, but I wasn't being frivolous. So, he was quite popular among the female colleagues. Plus, he was good with computers, and the women would often ask him for help.

It was summer, and I forget what it was about, but I asked him for help. He stood next to me and taught me how to operate the computer. After I learned, I operated it myself while he continued to watch.

But then, without warning, I noticed him staring at my chest. Because it was summer, my neckline was loose, and my breasts weren't large, so from his angle, it was clearly visible.

Almost every woman experiences this kind of awkwardness. The smart thing to do is to stand up casually, pretend to get some tea or water, or quietly cover yourself. But I immediately pulled down my collar.

He then realized I knew he was spying, and the situation became a little awkward. To my surprise, he leaned close to my ear and whispered, "So white." My face flushed instantly. My colleagues were all there, so I didn't dare say anything. Besides, given the incident, it wasn't easy to lash out, so I could only swallow my anger.

But what surprised me even more was that after he returned to his seat, he sent me a message on QQ: "Little Bean Bun" along with a lewd emoji.

I fiercely replied with three daggers and three lightning bolts.

I thought that was the end of it, but what was infuriating was that he would call me "Little Bean Bun" on QQ every few days, and I would always respond with daggers and lightning bolts.

In real life, he was relatively well-behaved, occasionally glancing at me with a sly, malicious smile—the kind of lewd smile men give.

Every time, I would give him a disdainful look, but inside, a mix of anger and shyness would well up, and my face would flush slightly. (Women often experience these complex emotions when flirted with, and usually, the feeling isn't bad.

Unless the guy is frighteningly ugly or repulsive.)

It was the end-of-month routine to work overtime. After nine o'clock, my colleagues gradually left, and I worked for another half hour, basically finishing.

Everyone's documents needed to be sent to him for finalization. Only the two of us were left in the office. I picked up my bag to leave,

but he called me back. "Little Bean Bun, stay with me. If you leave too, I'll be all alone, and I'm afraid of ghosts." Hearing his nickname, I immediately swung my bag at him, but he chuckled and dodged. When I tried to throw it again, he grabbed my bag. I was furious. "If you call me that again, I'll..." I wanted to say something harsh, but I couldn't think of anything I could do to him.

"Little Bean Bun isn't a derogatory term. I really like Bean Buns. How about I call you Little White..." he chuckled. "Little White Bean Bun." I swung my bag again, but this time he grabbed my wrist. I tried to take it back, but I found that men are really strong. He snatched the bag and put it on the table.

"If you dare call me that again... I'll call you King of Scoundrels." I said seriously.

"Okay, that's our nickname!" He still grinned. "It's settled, you're Little Bean Bun, and I'm King of Scoundrels, it's a deal." "Scumbag!"

I cursed angrily. Actually, I was helpless against him. I turned to leave, but he grabbed my waist tightly, which made me instantly alert.

I thought he was just trying to get some verbal advantage, but his action of grabbing my waist made me suspect that he was not just trying to get some verbal advantage, but had even bolder ideas.

"They say girls with small breasts are more sensitive, let me verify it."

He said, getting closer to me, and his other hand quickly pressed against my chest. Even through my clothes, it still made my body tremble.

This kind of scene had happened before. I was once forcibly pushed by a sexual partner in the office, and I wrote about this experience. It was the same office, and if I was completely unprepared... "Let go, you pervert." I pushed him angrily, but actually, my push didn't have much strength.

He continued to caress me and forcefully kiss me, his hand reaching inside my clothes to pinch my nipples.

I quickly succumbed; my breasts were indeed sensitive, but more importantly, deep down I seemed to accept what had happened before, my inescapable fate.

"I bet you're already wet!"

After a passionate kiss, my cheeks flushed, I was practically leaning against him.

"Small-breasted chicks are indeed sensitive."

He pulled his hand away from my collar, turned, and locked the door.

Two buttons at my collar were undone, and one side of my bra was pulled down, exposing my nipple. I stood there, stunned, thinking of the sexual partner I'd been entangled with for three years. Tonight was almost a replay of that day. Could it be that I and that slut Wang were also...? We see each other all the time in the office, I didn't dare think any further, but I didn't even consider running away.

He returned, hugged me, and kissed me, his hands starting to unbutton my clothes. I grabbed my collar but didn't struggle. After my clothes were open, he unhooked my bra... his hands grabbed my breasts without any cover.

"Though small, they're very elastic, ha!"

He rubbed my nipples with his palms, a sensation like an electric shock, causing my uterus to tighten and a warm current to surge in my lower abdomen.

"Why...don't men all like big breasts?"

I loosened my grip on my collar, completely giving up the struggle.

"I really like small bean buns." Wang the slut continued to grab and knead my breasts, "You're very sensitive, my intuition won't be wrong, you'll be unforgettable." I should say, he was also a master of flirting, kissing and kneading, and before long, I was unsteady on my feet.

He pulled down my panties directly from under my skirt and touched my wetness.

"Little slut, so wet~"

he teased, opening up the nap bed and then stripping himself naked.

The office, the nap bed, almost a complete replica of that time, this is fate...I really believe this seems to be my destiny, destined to be inescapable.

Wang Jian ripped off my last skirt, and he sat naked on the chair, pulling me, also naked, onto his body. His large hands encircled my breasts, groping them, while his penis churned between my legs.

"Mmm~" I groaned softly after a while.

"Come on up!"

he whispered in my ear.

Since it had already happened, I didn't need to hold back. I tried to sit back, but it wasn't easy. So I turned around and straddled his lap, and he leaned back slightly, his penis standing erect at a 90-degree angle.

I didn't have a boyfriend at that time, and I really needed it. I held onto his penis and slowly straddled him. Because it was very slippery, it easily swallowed me completely.

A blissful feeling of fullness! I closed my eyes and twisted my waist, slightly adjusting the angle and depth of penetration. Suddenly… Wang Jian's hands gripped my breasts, his penis thrusting forcefully inside me. I moaned, but then it quickly withdrew from my vagina, and he made a deep sound.

I reached for his penis, wanting to satisfy myself again, but suddenly felt something wet on my buttocks, and his penis was also sticky.

"You... came?" I asked in surprise.

He nodded, "Sorry, I don't know why I couldn't hold back."

I was extremely disappointed. I rolled over and found that there was also a sticky liquid leaking from my vagina. I hadn't felt it, but he had definitely ejaculated inside me and on my buttocks.

I grabbed my bag, took out some tissues, and wiped myself with my legs crossed. I was a little frantic. Wiping semen in front of a man is the most shameful thing for a woman, especially when that man isn't her husband or boyfriend.

"I wasn't like this before, but today..."

He tried to explain, looking ashamed. I hurriedly dressed and fled the scene.

Back home, I was both amused and exasperated. It was absurd; a few teasing words had stirred up old memories, and I'd been taken advantage of by that scoundrel Wang almost without resistance.

I wondered what he would think of me—a prostitute? A public bus? So easy to get on, and without a condom... I gave a bitter laugh.

What was even more embarrassing was that I'd thought it would release some of my desire, but it vanished instantly just as it was aroused. I could sense that he was experienced; this premature ejaculation was probably an accident. But I couldn't verify whether he was normal or not. It had to end there.

A month later, I resigned.

Later, I kept in touch with a former female colleague and learned that he had slept with a married colleague, but her husband had suspected him, leading to a minor scandal. As for me, he had blocked me and we had no further contact.

(The End)

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