It's hard to find a job.

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My mother-in-law and I have been learning to make desserts for a while now, and I help out with whatever I can. But I always feel guilty. I can't keep relying on others, so despite their advice, I'm determined to find a job. Even if I don't earn much, at least I can cover my daily expenses, and that will give me peace of mind.

Finding a job is easier said than done. I only have a high school diploma, and finding a normal job is incredibly difficult. Unless I can use my looks to do temporary work like a waiter or waitress, it seems I need to finish my studies first to find a good job. I've vowed never to get involved with the Yao family again, so I don't want to shamelessly go back to school to find Ruyu. That evening, I flipped through the newspaper, hoping to find a suitable job. "A cleaner's monthly salary of 2000 is not bad," Yu Lan handed me a job advertisement. "Haihuang Entertainment Group, the biggest company in this city. I heard the management is very strict and the threshold is high." Seeing my troubled look, Yu Lan said, "What are you afraid of? It's just cleaning. As long as you're not afraid of getting dirty or tired, it's fine." I thought about it and she was right. I decided to give it a try anyway. I headed out early with my resume. Sunshine City, as the name suggests, is primarily a leisure and vacation destination; the commercial area is small, and tall buildings like the Haihuang Building are very conspicuous, so it was easy to find. The doorman at the entrance, seeing my simple attire, wouldn't even open the door for me—no big deal, just a snob. Entering the lobby, I felt a little embarrassed; my jeans and shirt clashed completely with the atmosphere. Helpless, I braced myself and approached the service counter, enduring the sidelong glances from passersby. "Interview?" I quickly nodded. Fortunately, the receptionist was very friendly. "Tan Xue, what are you doing here?" It was Ya Ping. Apparently, her father had used his connections to get Ya Ping a part-time job here during her vacation; after all, she was studying management, and more experience would be beneficial. The waitress, recognizing me and Ya-ping, said, "Oh, so you're here for that job too. Go to the HR department on the fifth floor." Before I could react, Ya-ping pulled me into the elevator. She'd been working part-time there for a week already, and she told me the management was very strict. The boss, a woman named Tang Jing, was practically a landlady, micromanaging everything and constantly deducting wages. Ya-ping was the HR manager's assistant, and we were going to the first floor together. It was huge, with many cubicles and offices. The glass-walled area in the middle was the office area. If Ya-ping hadn't been there, finding the HR department would have been quite difficult. The HR manager was a middle-aged, overweight man. "We don't have your name on the list. Do you have an appointment?" I shook my head. "Uncle Zhang, she's my good friend, like a best friend. Could you please make an exception?" Ya-ping pleaded, pulling on the overweight man's hand. "I took a huge risk by making you my assistant. If others found out I was showing favoritism, I'd lose my job." Then he put his arm around Ya Ping and said with a wicked grin, "Who says you're my goddaughter? Come on, give me a kiss." Unexpectedly, Ya Ping kissed the man's cheek without any hesitation. I blushed and lowered my head. Had Ya Ping also learned this way of pleasing men? Before I could recover, Manager Zhang said to me, "Alright, what are you applying for?" "Cleaning staff." "What? Are you kidding me?" he said. "Cleaning staff are applying at the reception desk on the second floor. You're applying for such a low-level job?" "Looking for me?" He looked me up and down, then smiled and said, "Even without makeup, I can tell you're a great beauty. Why don't you try modeling? We've taken on some travel magazines and a few weekly publications. Go upstairs to the advertising department and find Manager Chen. If you do well, we might officially sign you." He wrote something on a piece of paper, put it in an envelope, and handed it to me, saying, "This is a letter of recommendation. If it doesn't work out, come back to me. A beauty like you, I think I can get you a suitable job in HR." He looked lecherous, almost drooling. I took the letter, bowed, and quickly left. "Who is he? He's a total lecher." Ya Ping shook her head and told me: His name is Zhang Qiusheng. He's a friend of her father's, the kind of friend she grew up with. Ya Ping recognized him as her godfather when she was very young. He's a nice and warm-hearted person, but a bit lecherous. However, he's also quite chivalrous; he softens whenever a girl cries. Ya Ping laughed and said, "His wife is 20 years younger than him, not much older than me." I laughed out loud without looking ahead, and a woman walked right into me. "Who is it? Can't you watch where you're going? Where did you come from?" Ya Ping quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Ms. Tang, she's my friend here for an interview." What? She's Tang Jing's boss? A woman in a gray suit, looking to be around 30 years old, with a really intimidating serious expression. "It's working hours now. Does she need you to accompany her for the interview? Is she not going to work here yet?" Ya Ping apologized again and turned to run away. What? She left me here alone. At this moment, Tang Jing said to me, "Do you have a letter of recommendation?" I quickly nodded. She looked at the letter and laughed, "Hehe, this old man is really shameless. What kind of letter of recommendation is this? He's so old, he just wants someone to give her to him. Dream on." She looked at me and said, "Did you bring your resume?" "Yes." "Go to the secretary's office to get a number, then go to the manager's office to queue." Isn't it upstairs? Why are they telling me not to go again? What's with the interview in the manager's office? Seeing her expression, I didn't dare ask any more questions and just did as she said. In the secretary's office, a woman in a blue business suit was typing. She was very young, probably in her early twenties. Although it was a formal suit, her skirt was so short! Fishnet stockings paired with 10-centimeter high heels made her beautiful legs completely exposed. Are all secretaries this sexy? She looked up at me and muttered under her breath, "Where did this country bumpkin come from? Applying for a job looking like that." I heard her clearly. In terms of looks, she was far inferior to me; in terms of figure, she didn't even have the right to compare with me. How dare she call me a country bumpkin? If this were in the slums, I would have slapped her and made her call me "Mom" long ago. Oh well, I didn't want to argue with her. I took my number and went to wait in front of the manager's office. The manager's office faced the glass wall of the office area. The male and female employees looked at us interviewees with disdain, some whispering amongst themselves. Ya Ping was among them, looking at me with a puzzled expression. I knew I should go upstairs for my interview, but I couldn't go up and explain to her now. A girl walked out looking dejected. I looked around and immediately felt immense pressure. All the girls were beautiful young women, dressed either sexily or elegantly, their resumes meticulously crafted. They had master's degrees, bachelor's degrees, overseas experience, and at the very least, associate degrees. Meanwhile, I was dressed simply, holding a plain resume—only high school diploma. I figured I might as well skip this interview. That woman named Tang Jing was deliberately trying to embarrass me; she must be getting revenge for me bumping into her. Just as I was about to give up, I was suddenly called back. Oh no, it was my turn. Since I was already embarrassed, I couldn't let them look down on me any further. I took a deep breath and opened the office door.

The office wasn't large, but it was still quite impressive. Behind a solid wood desk stood a tall, burly man, dressed head to toe in designer brands. He was smoking, looking out the window with his back to me. A makeshift desk had been set up in front of him, with HR manager Zhang and the office owner, Tang Jing, sitting to the side. Zhang looked at me with surprise, but quickly recovered, glancing at Tang Jing who was smiling at him, his expression turning ugly. "I must take a good look at the person you introduced. How can she only have a high school diploma? Mr. Zhang, aren't you being a bit too frivolous? How dare you introduce someone like that? What kind of person do you take our president for?" "Not at all, she is indeed very capable." Zhang kept wiping his sweat. "Is that so? The young president will be staying here for at least a month, so we must find an excellent secretary to serve her. Fortunately, the young president is here for today's interview." She said with a mischievous grin, "Since you say she's capable, I absolutely believe you. Ms. Tan Xue, please demonstrate for us." I lowered my head, not daring to speak. "Why aren't you saying anything? Don't you have anything to show?" "You two, get out." That powerful voice was so familiar. I subconsciously looked up, and there he was, standing right in front of me. I knew that handsome face all too well; I saw it every time I dreamed. But this wasn't a dream, was it? He really was Ye Feng, my Ye Feng. I subconsciously pinched my thigh to make sure it was all real. Ye Feng raised his voice, "Didn't you hear me? You two, get out of here now!" Manager Zhang and Tang Jing were terrified. They hurriedly grabbed their things and quickly left the office, leaving only him and me. He stood in front of me, unzipped his pants, and said calmly, "Kneel down." My mind went blank. His words were like an irresistible decree. I knelt before him, barely managing to take his thick penis into my mouth. My mouth is small, and I hate this kind of oral sex. Before I could complain or think, his large hands pressed down on my head. With each forceful thrust, it went deep into my throat, making it hard to breathe. My face quickly turned bright red, but I didn't resist. Perhaps I still couldn't believe it was real. Until his love juice filled my mouth, that familiar taste brought me back to my senses. But before I could react, he picked me up, hoisted me onto his shoulder, and quickly walked away. Headfirst, I panicked. "What are you doing? Put me down!" I forgot I still had his love juice in my mouth. As I spoke, the sticky liquid dripped down my chin, making my face as red as a ripe tomato. Everyone's eyes were on me, even Ya Ping was dumbfounded. "Manager Tang, cancel everything for today. Don't let anyone disturb me." "But... I have a meeting with a foreign businessman this afternoon to discuss cooperation." Ye Feng's tone was very firm. "Are you deaf? If I repeat myself, you don't need to come to work tomorrow." Tang Jing quickly stepped aside. Ye Feng didn't wait for the elevator, but carried me down the stairs, through the lobby, and straight to the parking lot. I can't remember how I got into the car or how I got to the hotel, because I was already a little dazed. I was laid down on a comfortable bed, and he quickly stripped me naked. Looking at the transparent binding on my body, he suddenly choked up, stood up, and said, "You've been wearing this for over a year. I should have known you weren't that kind of frivolous girl. I'm so stupid, I'm such an idiot." He slapped himself hard. I lay on the bed, tears streaming down my face. "It's not your fault. Actually, I'm the stupider one. I thought I had forgotten you, I..." He covered my mouth and said, "You can't forget, because you're my woman, forever." He carried me into the bathroom, took out an eye drop bottle, poured the liquid inside onto my body, and evenly applied it everywhere. My breathing became more and more rapid. Suddenly, a miracle happened. The clothes that bound me slowly began to melt, like plastic sheeting being torn apart by the night wind. I was finally free. "Wait, I don't feel the urge to pee now, is that okay?" I asked, blushing. "You said it would be more exciting if I held it in." Ye Feng's eyes were like fire. He carried me back to the bedroom. I lay on the bed, and he handed me two bottles of mineral water. I drank the water while spreading my legs, nervously watching him insert the catheter into my urethra. The syringe injected 200 milliliters of water into my body. When he removed the catheter, he was a little hasty and hurt me. I unconsciously choked on the water. "Sorry, almost done. Do you need to pee now?" I nodded while coughing, and he quickly plugged my urethra with a rubber plug. "Wait, I haven't finished drinking yet." Before I could finish the last bit of water, he pounced on me. I've lost count of how many times this has happened. We're like two burning flames, recklessly igniting each other, releasing the most intense light and heat. I greedily kissed his lips, sucking on his saliva as if it were the sweetest nectar. The water I drank had turned into urine, mingling with the urine already in my bladder. The intense urge to urinate stimulated my nerves, but even without the plug, I couldn't pee because my tightening vagina made him increasingly excited. The orgasm had just ended, and another round was beginning. Sweet love juice sprayed all over my face and body. He lay beside me, panting heavily: "Okay, let me rest for a bit." What do you mean, it's over already? No way. "I've been holding it in so long, I'm about to burst. Now's not the time for you to rest." I finally understood why I felt so lonely and empty. Like a thirsty beast, I sat on him, moaning with each thrust. "Ah...don't stop." He leaned against the bed, one hand gripping my leg, the other my buttocks. "Are you going to drain me dry, you devil?" "Are you that useless?" I gasped. "I'm going to squeeze you dry. This is what you owe me for the past year." With another climax, I collapsed weakly beside him, panting. "Is...is it okay now?...I...I need to pee." He showed me the bloodstains on my back, and I exclaimed, "How did this happen?" He grinned mischievously and said, "You're asking me? You just scratched me." Only then did I realize that my fingernails were split, and I blushed as I said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." "Hahahaha," he laughed, "It's true, I always get hurt when I'm with you, it's so satisfying, hahahaha." He picked up the leather straps and shackles next to him and tied me up. I didn't resist at all, letting him manipulate my limbs and body. Even though he tied me up very tightly and it hurt, I still cooperated with his actions. I was lying on the bed, bound in a "V" shape, my hands fixed to the headboard, my legs shackled and strapped to either side of the bed, spread almost 180 degrees. This position was both uncomfortable and humiliating. I asked shyly, "What do you want? Can I pee?" "Dream on," he firmly refused my request. "I just paid back what I owed you. You've almost drained me dry. Now it's your turn to make it up to me. You left without saying goodbye for over a year. Do you know how I've been doing?" He brought me a bottle of juice and made me drink it. I looked reluctant, but I still drank more than half of it, since the intense sex had made me very thirsty. The night breeze caressed my protruding belly, saying, "Let me torture you properly this time. Listen carefully, hold it in until I'm done, that's an order." He took a jar of honey, took a sip and held it in his mouth, then fed it to me mouth-to-mouth. He poured the honey on my body and licked it with his tongue, his tongue constantly flicking at my hardened nipples, while the vibrator relentlessly stimulated my sensitive genitals. "No, stop, I'm going to cum, stop, let me pee." "Peeing is impossible, be a good boy and hold it in." He teasingly stroked and pressed my obviously protruding belly, the urgent need to urinate arousing me again, and I involuntarily let out lewd moans, "Ah... no, use yours, put it in quickly." "Want it? No, you'd better hold it in." He licked my body, stimulating all my sensitive spots, my whole body seemed to be an erogenous zone, the vibrator was driving me crazy, was he trying to drive me insane? I was almost dying of impatience when suddenly the vibrator stopped, and the urethral plug was removed. "What are you doing? I'll pee... Ahh!" His lower body hardened again, thrusting into me recklessly. "So good... Ahh... Don't stop... Ahh!" My honey pot was filled with love juice, and I climaxed again in an instant, my urine gushing out like a spring. He laughed, "I didn't expect you, this little wildcat, to wet the bed." I gasped, "I'm sorry, thank you, Master." "What did you call me?" he asked in surprise. "Please say it again." I took a deep breath and gently said, "Master." He pounced on the bed and hugged me tightly, choking back tears, "I'm sorry, you taught me what love is. Promise me you'll never leave again." I nodded, "Master, then you must lock me up, not just my body, but my heart too. Don't let me run away again." He hugged me even tighter, and we drifted off to sleep amidst happy cries.

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