The Loss of Virginity and Fall of a Beautiful Female Secretary

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In May, Beijing was already quite warm. It was a bright and sunny morning, and Yuan Fang sat at her vanity
, slowly applying light makeup. Although it was Sunday, she was dressed in a cream-colored silk long-sleeved shirt, a gray-black
suit skirt, and flesh-colored stockings—the standard attire of an office lady in the Central Business District. Yuan Fang hadn't slept
well and had woken up very early. Many recent events had troubled her, even frightening her, as if something major
was about to happen and change her entire life.
The company had recently announced a restructuring, and the Chinese branch, despite its decent performance, was bearing the brunt of the impact. Yuan Fang's department,
supposedly the customer service department, was mostly staffed by technicians on the road, leaving only seven so-called white-collar women and one
foreign manager at home. The foreign manager, named Jack, was in his early forties and had been working in the China department for over half a year, but his wife had
n't come with him. He could speak Chinese but couldn't read or write it. Everyone said he was definitely a good person, always willing
to fight for his subordinates' interests in crucial moments, but he had one flaw—in the technicians' words, he couldn't stand women wearing skirts.
Unlike other foreigners who frequented bars in Sanlitun, Jack preferred to seek out women among white-collar workers in office buildings,
regardless of whether they were unmarried girls or married women; as long as they wore skirts and high heels and had some attractiveness,
he would pursue them. As for the seven office ladies in his backyard, he naturally hadn't overlooked them. Not
long after Jack took office six months ago, Xu Qian and several other graduates from Beijing Foreign Studies University began hinting that their relationship with the boss was unusual. Shen Yun from the accounting department
once secretly told Yuan Fang that she had overheard Jack boasting to the other foreign managers in the company that he
would sleep with all seven women in the customer service department within a year. Yuan Fang scoffed, thinking, "Forget about me, he couldn't even handle Sister Yaqin."
Yaqin was the oldest of the seven, just over thirty, and her husband had gone to Australia two years ago to study languages at his own expense. Yaqin
was raising her four-year-old daughter alone and also taking care of her in-laws. Yuan Fang got along better with her in the office.
(Jack liked to hunt for women in the office; he would pursue anyone who wore a skirt suit and high heels and had some looks.)
Yuan Fang was different from the other girls in the company; she only had a teacher's college diploma. Those from regular universities,
like Xu Qian, didn't think much of her. Two years ago, she entered the workforce, teaching English at a primary school in the western suburbs.
The school conditions were poor; in winter, they even had to use stoves in the classrooms. During winter break, she found a temporary job as
a secretary at a company and stayed on. Last summer, Yuan Fang met her Prince Charming, Wu Bin, on the subway. This
Spring Festival, after both sets of parents gave their approval, they got married. They pooled all their savings, plus their parents' help
, to make a down payment and bought a two-bedroom apartment in the Fuxingmen neighborhood with a loan. It was
only a few months ago. Yuan Fang didn't care much about what other girls thought of her. She did her job well at work every day
and devoted herself to her little family after work. Wu Bin was a refined young man, tall and thin, wearing
gold-rimmed glasses. He was a graduate student at Renmin University, but unfortunately, his major wasn't very good. After graduation, due to his excellent grades,
he stayed on as a lecturer and undergraduate counselor in the department. His department wasn't very lucrative; it was just a fixed salary,
much less than Yuan Fang's at the foreign company. The young couple lived frugally, paying off their mortgage, and their lives were peaceful. Yuan Fang
didn't have much money, nor did she dream of it. She wore only light makeup, a conservative white-collar suit
, and high heels, bearing a resemblance to the middle-aged Ya Qin.
With such a respectable woman by his side, Jack naturally wouldn't let her go, often intentionally or unintentionally
putting his arm around her in the office. As long as there weren't any overly inappropriate actions, Yuan Fang didn't seem to mind; after all, he was the boss.
Several times, Jack tried to express his desire to develop a closer relationship with Yuan Fang, but was politely refused each time.
At the company's Christmas party last year, Yuan Fang wore a black outfit: a black halter-neck evening gown, black stockings, and black patent leather high
heels. Jack stared intently at the girl's bare, white shoulders, his mouth dry. He feigned drunkenness
and asked Yuan Fang to take him back to his apartment. Seeing that no one was paying attention to them and she couldn't find anyone from her department
, Yuan Fang had no choice but to help Jack away from the noisy crowd. Fortunately, Jack's apartment was in the foreign workers' apartment
building next to the company, and he was quickly taken to his room. Just as Yuan Fang was about to leave, Jack suddenly knelt at her feet
and tightly hugged her knees. The girl was anxious and angry, struggling desperately, but she was no match for the strong Jack
. Seeing the boss lean his head under her skirt and begin kissing her thighs covered by thin stockings, Yuan Fang calmed down
and stopped struggling. Surprised, Jack looked up in confusion. Yuan Fang said in as calm a voice as possible,
"Jack, I appreciate your feelings for me, but you know I'm getting married soon. I don't want to hurt
my fiancé, and you don't want to hurt your wife, right?" Jack felt his mind cool, and his arms
involuntarily loosened. Yuan Fang turned and left, gently closing the door behind her, leaving only
the echoing sound of her high heels.
"Fang'er, eat breakfast!" This was the third time Wu Bin had urged her.
"You eat first, I'm not too hungry, I'll buy something on the way."
Yuan Fang remained quietly seated in front of her dressing table, her mind a jumbled mess. Yuan Fang's family wasn't
well-off, and she had always been an independent girl. Those who knew her said she was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside, but today she felt
a powerlessness and helplessness she had never felt before. What she needed now was a decision, but that decision was incredibly difficult. For weeks,
rumors had been circulating, and everyone was constantly on the move. By last Friday, Yuan Fang couldn't sit still any longer. She knocked
on the manager's office door, demanding a discussion of the work plan for the next quarter. Jack looked up from the pile of documents. "Fang, I
like things straightforward. I know you're here about the layoffs, and I was just about to talk to you, but you see, I'm too busy right now.
How about this, come to my place on Sunday, 9:30 in the morning, no one will bother you. My apartment isn't hard to find, you've been there before."
Jack stood up and held her delicate shoulders. "Fang, don't worry. You're a competent secretary, and I
won't let a secretary go easily." Yuan Fang's shoulders trembled slightly. She wasn't a slow-witted woman;
she understood what Jack wanted and knew what refusing meant.
Yuan Fang spent the entire afternoon in a daze. When she looked up, the office was empty; everyone
had already gone home. After packing her things, Yuan Fang listlessly walked into the building. That day, she happened to be wearing a pair of
flat, soft-soled leather shoes. The empty hallway was deathly silent, just like her mood. As Yuan Fang walked past the manager's office,
She faintly heard someone breathing heavily and laboredly. She gently pushed open the door a crack and froze
: Yaqin was slumped over the large boss's desk, her hands gripping the edge tightly, her plump, white buttocks raised high.
Her gray skirt, white panties, and flesh-colored sheer pantyhose were pulled down to her knees. Jack stood behind Yaqin,
his trousers piled haphazardly at his feet, his firm buttocks thrusting back and forth, slamming against the woman's mature body.
Yuan Fang felt sorrow, for her colleague, and for herself.
The wall clock struck ten. Yuan Fang slowly stood up. She put on her coat and high heels, grabbed
a handbag, greeted Wu Bin, and left the house.
Standing in the subway car, Yuan Fang's mind slowly cleared. The subway held a special meaning for her
. For several years, she had spent one or two hours there almost every day, except for holidays.
In this cramped space, surrounded by tired, helpless, numb, yet tenacious faces
—familiar and unfamiliar—she grew and became stronger. For ordinary people, life and taking the subway
are no different; it's all about rushing forward in the dark tunnels, unable to change direction or control
the journey. The only thing they can do is try their best not to be pushed off the train. Yuan Fang was just such an ordinary girl. She
came from the suburbs to the city through a college entrance exam, found an enviable job, and then had her own house and her own home.
All of this was hard-won. Everyone has the right to live and the right to pursue a better life; these
are sacred and inalienable human rights. No one should easily give up the fruits of their labor, even at
a price.
When Yuan Fang basked in the sunlight again, her steps were no longer so heavy. In the early 1990s,
the sky in Beijing was still azure, the crimson willow catkins had fallen, and the vibrant forsythia was in full bloom. A warm
breeze brushed the willow branches and the girl's cheek. Yuan Fang had made her decision. She would defend her job
, defend her home, and defend everything she had worked so hard for.
As Jack had said, his apartment wasn't hard to find. Several Black residents walked through the hallway and saw
Yuan Fang standing in front of Jack's door. They made faces at her, and one of them even whistled at her. Yuan Fang ignored them;
this kind of harassment was something every white-collar woman encountered almost daily. However, today's harassment wasn't out of
appreciation for her beauty, but rather a kind of mockery, because they had seen too many women appearing here recently. They knew
why these women knocked on the door, and they knew what they would do, willingly or unwillingly, after the door was closed.
These women varied in age, appearance, clothing, and temperament, but the result was always the same. The poor white-
collar women working for foreign companies, in their well-fitting suits and high heels, with professional yet reserved smiles,
seemingly living glamorous and enviable lives, enjoying substantial incomes and opportunities for overseas study. Little do people know that
for many of them, their daily work includes undressing, climbing into bed, and offering their precious virginity and
beautiful bodies to their strong and lustful bosses. Yuan Fang wasn't unaware of this, but she had no other
choice. She smoothed her wind-blown hair and calmly rang the doorbell.
Wu Bin's guests had already begun to arrive. Today, he had invited his graduate school classmates and several
young teachers he got along with. Everyone kept clamoring to see the bride and the new house. Yuan Fang excused herself, saying her boss needed her to
work overtime alone with her organizing documents, and that she could also find out some inside information about the company's layoffs while no one else was around,
so Wu Bin didn't insist. Wu Bin introduced his new home to everyone; although it wasn't very big, Yuan Fang had decorated it comfortably
and warmly. Thinking of his wife, Wu Bin felt a surge of warmth and pride. A year ago, on a similarly
bright spring morning, Wu Bin rushed into the subway station. The automatic doors of the carriage were closing, and a young woman reached out to hold the door open for him
. She was a pure-looking girl with bright, kind eyes. She wore a white silk short-sleeved shirt tucked into
a black silk skirt that just reached her knees. Her fair, shapely legs were bare of stockings, and she wore ordinary black flat
shoes with straps. That girl later became his wife.
Yuan Fang sat upright opposite Jack, her coat draped over the back of the sofa, explaining the importance of her position to the company and to herself
. She couldn't speak for long because Jack interrupted her. "Fang, you didn't understand me
. This matter is in the past. I submitted a report to headquarters. The Chinese telecommunications market is
much larger than we anticipated. Can you imagine how many new mobile phone users will be added in a year? This isn't wishful thinking; I have comprehensive data
and charts. Seven days! I prepared for seven whole days! Day and night!" Jack waved his arms. "I succeeded!
I convinced those old stubborns! The service department needs to be able to handle two, three, even five times
the number of customers we have today. Not a single one of my men can be missing!"
Yuan Fang was speechless, not expecting this outcome. Looking at this somewhat excited and
robust man, she felt a surge of gratitude and admiration. The anxiety of the past few weeks vanished like a receding tide, and Yuan Fang's
eyes softened considerably. Noticing these subtle changes, Jack stood up, sat down beside Yuan Fang, and
gently embraced her slender waist. "Fang, I will always protect you." At some point, Jack's other
hand rested on Yuan Fang's knee, gently caressing it. "Fang, let's change the subject. I
didn't ask you to come here today for work. We get along very well, you know. I want a closer relationship with you, yes,
the kind of relationship a man and a woman have in bed." Yuan Fang felt weak and dizzy,
not clearly hearing what the deep, magnetic voice beside her was saying.
When Jack's hand touched the exposed skin between her stockings and panties, Yuan Fang snapped back to reality.
She pushed his hand away and abruptly stood up. "Jack, I'm not that kind of woman!" Perhaps she stood up too quickly,
Yuan Fang was a little unsteady on her feet, and Jack pulled her into his broad chest. Her head rested on his firm
chest muscles, the petite woman struggled in vain. She bit her lip, tightly clamping her legs together. Jack kissed her
breasts, taut in her milky-white silk shirt, one hand slowly stroking the soft surface of her high heels, the thin stockings tightly encasing
her insteps, and her smooth, shapely legs, also tightly encased in thin stockings. This was the kind of woman he liked!
The kind of woman he liked dressed like! The kind that was becoming increasingly rare in his hometown! "Fang, I won't..."

" 　　I won't force you; I won't hurt the woman I love. You know, when a man loves a woman too deeply, he can only give her all his love by entering her body. Fang, I am that man, and you are that woman."
Enjoying these sweet words, Yuan Fang felt as if she were floating on clouds. Unbeknownst to her, a man's large
hand had slipped inside her skirt, reaching into her panties from her waist, caressing her fair buttocks. For some inexplicable reason,
in a daze, Yuan Fang gently lifted her lower body, and her small lace panties were pulled down to her knees. Then,
a warm palm pressed against her wet vulva, expertly kneading it. Yuan Fang twisted and resisted
, and she began to moan involuntarily.
Having finished their meal, Wu Bin was cutting fruit in the kitchen. The former boss from the lower shop walked in, picking his
teeth as he said, "Third brother, you'd better keep a close eye on this good sister-in-law.
A lot of her's gone to foreign companies these past two years, and... well, let's not talk about it." Wu Bin was taken aback. "You mean Hong Kong or Taiwanese companies? Xiao Fang
works for an American company, a big international corporation, very legitimate." "These days, what's all this 'cat capital' and 'dog capital' stuff?"
The fourth brother strolled in at some point. "How about our Second Light Industry Bureau? Pure Chinese capital. Old Gao from the Organization Department, female college
students come one by one, or a couple and they're all hooked up." Seeing Wu Bin's slightly displeased expression, the boss
stopped the fourth brother from going any further with a look. "Flies don't bite eggs without cracks. Xiaofang comes from a respectable family; she
's different from them," Wu Bin explained, a vague unease beginning to creep into his heart.
Wu Bin couldn't possibly imagine that his newlywed wife was working overtime today in
a luxurious suite in that upscale apartment building outside Jianguomen. In the bedroom, dark red floor-to-ceiling curtains blocked out the afternoon sun and
the outside world. On the large Simmons bed, soft, thick, pure white cotton sheets were laid out,
the embroidered white peonies faintly discernible. The bedside lamp was dimmed to its lowest setting, its soft, yellowish light casting an
ambiguous glow over the naked man and woman on the bed, and also over the scattered items on the floor: the man's shirt, trousers, briefs,
socks, and shoes; and the woman's silk blouse, suit skirt, lace bra, and lace-trimmed panties. The man
's body was a strong, bronze hue, which only accentuated the woman's delicate, fair skin. A thick, long penis stood erect,
swaying between the woman's legs, its purplish-black glans already glistening with fluid in the dim light.
Jack knelt beside the woman, his skillful lips and tongue expertly kissing every hill, every
mound, and every crevice of her body, again and again. The woman moaned involuntarily, her tense body slowly
relaxing. Jack tried to bring his thick penis to her lips, but she turned her face away, her brows slightly furrowed.
He didn't insist.
As the woman's moans grew more urgent, the fire in Jack's lower abdomen burned to his chest; he knew it was time
to begin. Jack straightened up, gently parted the woman's legs, and knelt between them. The woman's thighs were soft and smooth,
without a single hair; her tender red lips trembled slightly, brimming with moisture. Jack's thick, erect penis expertly
pressed against the woman's paradise. Taking a deep breath, he bent down and embraced the woman's smooth shoulders and back, his firm buttocks slowly
thrusting forward. As Jack slowly penetrated the woman's body, she trembled. "No, no, I have
a husband." As if regaining her senses, the woman's hands pressed against the man's shoulders, as if trying to push him away, or as if
trying to pull him closer.
"Darling, I am your husband." Finally, Jack's thick penis was fully inserted into the woman's body
. "Oh, so good." The woman's tight vagina gave him unparalleled pleasure, an unprecedented exhilaration spreading throughout
his body.
Yuan Fang knew that what was coming would eventually come, she could only bite her lip, raise her lower body, and accept the arrangement of fate.
When the immense fullness and pain struck at the same time, Yuan Fang couldn't help but let out a soft cry. An unprecedented experience,
a mixture of shame at losing her virginity and pleasure at adultery, overwhelmed her. Yuan Fang felt
an invisible force lifting her hips, pushing her upwards and forwards, bravely embracing the unfamiliar challenge. The man
thrust, the woman responded. With each exploration and embrace, their unfamiliar bodies gradually became familiar. The pain
faded, leaving only new stimulation and unparalleled pleasure. Wu Bin's figure flashed by indistinctly
.
The setting sun hung on the western treetops, casting long shadows of the telegraph building.
Wu Bin's guests left in twos and threes, and his heart grew increasingly tense. His conversation with the eldest and fourth brothers
made him uneasy. He knew that what they said wasn't entirely without merit. This is an era of great change,
an era of moral decay and collapse. Old morals are crumbling, and new morals have yet to take shape; one could say
it's essentially an amoral age. Everyone is constantly subjected to various temptations; some
drift with the tide, others remain chaste. Under the heavy pressure of life, how long can people resist temptation
? Wu Bin dared not think any further. He began dialing his wife's office number, once, twice, but no one answered
. For so long, she'd been alone with that lecherous boss! Wu Bin's heart began to race; he became
completely at a loss. Suddenly, a thought struck him. Yes, his wife always carried her cell phone when she went out.
The phone's ringtone persisted in the living room. A naked man and
woman, a boss and a female secretary, passionately entwined on a Simmons bed , are neither able nor willing to notice each other, because in this airtight
bedroom, everything else in the world ceases to exist. The warm, humid air is filled only with the man's heavy
breathing, the woman's seductive moans, the creaking of the soft bed under their weight, and
the slapping sounds of wet bodies colliding. Jack feels a surge of passion, as if he's returned to that summer when he was sixteen,
a stormy evening, in the stuffy attic of his old family home in the countryside, with his eighteen-year-old neighbor, Emma. The same
tenderness, the same warmth, only this female secretary's body beneath him is warmer, wetter, and
tighter. He knew the fire within him was about to erupt. Jack began his final, all-out thrust,
faster and harder. With a deep penetration, a gush of scalding semen shot into the woman's body.
Jack continued to pump vigorously, letting his semen spurt wildly.
Yuan Fang clung tightly to the man's broad arms, her legs wrapped tightly around him through the thin flesh-colored stockings.
Her waist. One high-heeled shoe still clung precariously to her taut toes, swaying with the rhythm of intercourse, while
the other was nowhere to be seen. She felt as if she had transformed into a magnificent peony beneath her. Each
thrust of the man and each of her responses coaxed open a petal, and each unfolding petal made her
even more radiant. The man's breathing grew increasingly rapid. The high-heeled shoe rolled off her foot. Finally, all the petals
bloomed at once, their beautiful radiance illuminating the entire room. Yuan Fang tightly embraced the man on top of her,
thick streams of nectar flowing into her flower, and into her heart.
When the exhausted Yuan Fang returned home, the city lights were already twinkling. She didn't remember how she pushed away
the heavy man pressing down on her, nor how she firmly rejected his invitation again,
nor whether she encountered those black neighbors again. Yuan Fang lay in the bathtub, washing
herself again and again. Her body hadn't changed, but seemed even fuller. Yuan Fang felt she hadn't lost anything, yet it felt
as if she had lost so much. Wu Bin didn't notice the subtle changes in his wife. Leaning against the doorframe, he rambled on about
the gossip he'd heard. "You know, right? Dr. Wang from the social sciences department,
the one who bought a house in the Asian Games Village the year before last, his wife lost her job, and now he can barely pay the mortgage, let alone the property deed." Wu Bin's voice
became proud. "I told them I wasn't afraid. My wife is incredibly capable!"
Two glistening tears rolled down Yuan Fang's cheeks.
The restructuring turmoil was finally over. Except for the customer service department, all other departments had been cut by 20-30%.
Shen Yun left; she decided to try her luck in Shenzhen. Yuan Fang helped her carry her luggage onto the train, momentarily at a loss for words
. "Fang'er, don't cry, I'm a coward." Shen Yun hugged Yuan Fang's shoulder. "Sigh, I've seen through it all.
Most bosses in this world are just bullies who fawn over their superiors to protect themselves. You guys, Jack, are rare exceptions. But,
Fang, I'm not trying to discourage you, but Jack won't last long. He's offended too many people, especially those above him." Seeing Yuan Fang looking a little
dazed, she leaned close to Yuan Fang's ear, "Hey, did he get you into bed?" Yuan Fang panicked and quickly
changed the subject, saying, "Get lost, you're the one who got into bed!"
The two girls laughed. How wonderful youth is.
Spring in Beijing is short-lived; the forsythia quickly fades. The locust flowers bloom, then fall, and the
cicadas on the trees sing tirelessly. The sales department's business has indeed picked up, and even the girls in the family have to start
doing fieldwork.
That evening, Wu Bin helped his wife pack her things, and the two washed up and went to bed early. In the darkness, the young
couple kissed and made love. Lately, Yuan Fang had been particularly eager, leaving Wu Bin feeling somewhat powerless. Yuan Fang
lay naked on the bed, her round, white buttocks raised, her two jade-like legs lifted high and draped over her husband's shoulders.
Wu Bin supported himself with his hands, thrusting his hips and pounding into his wife repeatedly. "Ah! Oh! Ah!" Yuan Fang moaned
, yearning, her hands tightly gripping her husband's buttocks, alluring yet urgent. Wu Bin knew that his wife wanted to
go deeper. He worked hard, and soon ejaculated.
The two lay naked on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Fang'er!"
"Yes."
"Are you really going on a business trip with Xu Qian to accompany your boss?"
"Of course. What's wrong? Are you worried?"
Yuan Fang smiled and comforted her husband, "You know what kind of person Xu Qian is, she won't give others a chance
."
"No, no," Wu Bin hurriedly explained, "I mean, Xu Qian just doesn't watch her words,
don't take it to heart, you'll only hurt yourself."
Although Yuan Fang tried her best to be tolerant, her conflict with Xu Qian still erupted on the morning of the last day.
The cause of the matter was trivial, nothing more than a minor oversight in the documents, but Xu Qian became relentless in her pursuit. "With your meager
skills, everyone knows that, right? You only teach fourth grade. All you do is pretend all day, who are you trying to fool?" Yuan Fang
didn't like people bringing up her past experiences. "So what if I taught elementary school? I earned my living through my own abilities! Unlike
some people!" "Earned your living through your own abilities? If you did, you would have been fired long ago. I bet you only have that kind of ability
." Xu Qian was known for her sharp tongue. "You're talking nonsense! Get out!" Yuan Fang was furious. "You're the one
who should get out! Get out!"
The cicadas outside the window were still chirping incessantly. Looking at the two women locked in a stalemate, Jack was at a loss. "Alright
, alright, ladies, if you don't leave, I'll leave." He immediately regretted it, because both women
turned to him.
"Jack, you need to make this clear today, do you want her to leave, or do you want me to leave?" Xu Qian was the first to challenge him
.
"Yes, explain clearly, whose fault is it?" Yuan Fang had no way out.
The two stubborn women faced off. Yuan Fang's confidence wasn't actually that strong. Thinking that work was over,
she casually wore a white floral dress and white leather shoes. In contrast, Xu Qian stood tall and graceful,
wearing a white shirt with a silk knot at the collar, a dark blue suit skirt, black stockings, and high heels; her presence was clearly
superior.
Jack looked at one, then the other, then back again. Finally, he slowly
walked to Xu Qian's side and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. Yuan Fang looked at her shoes, feeling utterly ashamed. She
didn't hate Xu Qian, only herself. Why hadn't she remembered Wu Bin's words and insisted on arguing with Xu Qian? She felt dizzy;
she couldn't hold on for another second. She wanted to leave on her own.
However, it wasn't Yuan Fang who actually left.
"Qian, you're too agitated. This isn't good for you. Can you leave for a while?" Jack's
voice was full of apology.
A moment of silence. The angry stomping of high heels. The door slammed shut. The couple left in the room
simultaneously rushed to each other, embracing and kissing for a long time, as if everything else in the world had disappeared, until
the urgent ringing of the phone woke them up.
"It's mine." Yuan Fang blushed, pushed the man away, walked to the table by the window, and turned on her phone.
Wu Bin woke up late today; school was on summer vacation, and he didn't have to go to work. He sat on the bed and picked up the phone.
He was going to call his wife. It wasn't anything serious, just wanted to know how things were going, whether she
was adjusting well in the south, if she'd had any disagreements with Xu Qian, and to casually ask about the weather and whether their
flight would be delayed.
Yuan Fang was dealing with Wu Bin. Thinking about her earlier outburst, she felt incredibly guilty. Thank goodness for Wu Bin's call; otherwise,
she didn't dare think any further. This was it, it had to end here. She wasn't like Xu Qian! She wasn't that kind
of woman! However, Jack's thoughts were different. Without him noticing, he was already standing behind Yuan Fang, his arms around
her waist, gently kissing her earlobe. He knew she was talking to her husband, which
excited him greatly. He pressed his chest against the woman's back, subtly applying pressure. The woman's upper body gradually slumped onto the table, her raised
buttocks inevitably pressing against his genitals.
Wu Bin sensed his wife's distraction on the phone, her breathing becoming labored.
He asked with concern, "Fang'er, is the air conditioning too cold? Did you catch a cold?"
"Hmm, maybe. I want to rest for a while. Don't worry, the weather's fine, the plane won't be delayed. Okay,
come pick me up, see you tonight."
Yuan Fang hung up the phone, trying to straighten up by leaning on the table, but couldn't. The man's strength was simply too
great. Just as Yuan Fang was about to reprimand him, everything went dark as her skirt was lifted and pulled over her head. Then, she felt
a cool sensation on her lower body as her lace panties were pulled down to her knees. Yuan Fang was furious. She struggled, twisting her body, but with
her legs dangling over the table and only the tips of her shoes barely touching the ground, she couldn't muster any strength. She heard rustling
sounds behind her; she knew it was the man unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants. Jack watched the woman's white, tender buttocks writhing,
as if it were an invitation to him. He grasped the woman's slender waist with both hands, swayed her slightly, and, with his already raging
penis erect, slowly thrust it in with a "pop."
Hanging up the phone, Wu Bin felt utterly bored. He looked at the small framed mirror on the bedside table; in the mirror, Yuan Fang wore
a white floral dress and white leather shoes, smiling sweetly. That was last summer,
taken by Wu Bin at the Summer Palace. There, Wu Bin kissed his beloved girl for the first time, and also touched
her thigh for the first time. The girl ran away, playfully complaining. Wu Bin smiled, feeling a surge of heat in his lower abdomen. His hand
involuntarily reached down to his genitals, grasping his own penis and gently stroking it.
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Yuan Fang didn't like the rear-entry position; she had once told Wu Bin that she needed to see her lover's face. But
today, wave after wave of pleasure quickly overshadowed the humiliation of being conquered. Thinking that Xu Qian might be outside the door,
perhaps bursting in at any moment, Yuan Fang felt exceptionally excited. She strained to rise on her tiptoes, matching the man
's thrusts, as if Xu Qian were standing resentfully beside her. Her body was like a mountain spring, its waters accumulating
, about to burst forth. With each frenzied thrust, waves of heat sent Yuan Fang to climax after
climax. Yuan Fang's mouth was half-open, her snow-white buttocks thrashing, desperately welcoming the man's impact. The sun quietly
hid behind a cloud, as if ashamed to witness the passionate couple.
Jack didn't need his lover's face; he only needed to see the woman's white, tender buttocks, her plump thighs, the lace at the hem of her flesh-colored
stockings, and her tiptoes in her white leather shoes. As he thrust, he fantasized: a beautiful,
gentle female secretary kneeling at his feet, grasping his thick penis, sucking and licking it. Accompanied by
the "slap slap" and "pop" sounds of flesh colliding and rubbing, Jack breathed heavily, as if it were his mountain climb at dawn not long ago.
Dawn was breaking, but the summit still seemed so far away. He struggled to climb, finally reaching the top. A red
sun burst forth. Yuan Fang's eyes were tightly closed, her cheeks flushed, panting, trembling, and tears streaming down her face.
Wu Bin stared at his wife in the mirror, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid, his hands moving rapidly. Finally,
a white arc traced from his hand, splashing onto the pristine white sheets.
Across thousands of miles, Wu Bin, his wife, and his wife's boss all reached their climax simultaneously.
Beautiful things are always fleeting, while bad omens often come true.
A west wind blew overnight, and the ground was covered with golden leaves.
Jack received his transfer order to Manitoba, Canada. Everyone felt regret and sadness. Jack
, however, comforted everyone, saying that this was for his own good, at least he could be closer to his wife, Emma
. He silently packed his bags and handed over his work. Xu Qian booked his plane ticket for December 25th.
Yaqin was also leaving; her husband didn't like Australia and had applied for Canadian skilled worker immigration. After the New Year, Yaqin would take her
daughter to reunite with her family.
Christmas Eve arrived in the blink of an eye; snowflakes fluttered down outside the window, covering the entire city in silver.
Wu Bin wasn't home; he'd taken his students on a social survey in Yanqing. Yuan Fang sat alone, the house
temperature turned up high. She wore a white short-sleeved shirt, a knee-length black silk skirt, her shapely legs bare
of stockings, and ordinary black flat leather shoes with straps. Yuan Fang felt relaxed, as if she had returned
to her youth. Today, she felt a little nervous. Jack was leaving, and perhaps she would never see him again.
The things he did, any man with the means would do, and any man without the means would dream of. Jack was a good man; even before leaving, he hadn't forgotten to give everyone a raise within his authority, and he 　　had prepared letters of recommendation
for the technicians who had other ideas . 　　Women are emotional; what they find hardest to forget is often not the man who was most sincere to them, but 　　the man who gave them the greatest physical pleasure. Yuan Fang felt she should say goodbye to Jack alone, but several times she tried in the office, only to 　　find people around. She considered going to his apartment after work, but was afraid of seeing those black men again, so she kept putting it off. Yuan Fang 　　decided to call him, but no one answered. It was already nine o'clock, and Yuan Fang decided to try one last time. 　　"Beep, beep, beep." She waited and waited, but only received a voicemail. Yuan Fang sighed softly and slowly put down 　　the phone. The phone rang. Perhaps it was Wu Bin. Yuan Fang picked up the receiver, her heart pounding wildly 　　. 　　"Fang, I have a gift I'd like to give you, but I'm not sure if it's too late." 　　"Hmm, it's not late. Where are you now?" 　　"Right outside your door."

Yuan Fang ran to open the door, and a large bouquet of vibrant, deep purple roses greeted her. There were no words, only
a tight embrace. Without warning, their clothes spilled from the hallway to the bedside.
When the storm finally subsided, they lay wearily on the bed.
Yuan Fang rested her head on the man's firm chest muscles. "Jack, is Emma going to Canada too?"
"I'm not sure. You know, the furthest she's ever been is the state capital. But what I'm most worried about is her
asthma."
She didn't speak again. After a while, she asked, "Jack, did you really sleep with all seven of us?"
After a long pause, Jack slowly said, "Why are you asking this? I'm tired of these immoral
deals. Fang, I promise you, besides Emma, you're the last woman in my life."
Yuan Fang was stunned. "Tell me I won't be jealous. I don't want to be your wife."
"Really not, but there's only one missing."
"Who is it? Don't tell me it's Yaqin."
"Of course not. It's Xu Qian. She insists I leave Emma first. You know, that's not realistic."
Yuan Fang was speechless. She silently got up and went into the bathroom to wash up.
As Yuan Fang combed her hair in front of the mirror at the sink, Jack stood behind her, opened his arms, and hugged
her. "Fang, I want more."
"Go, go wash up." Yuan Fang blushed, pushed him away, and slipped out of the bathroom.
At that moment, Wu Bin was sitting on a long-distance bus bound for Beijing. Piles of local specialties from Yanqing County surrounded him.
He wanted to surprise his wife.
Jack, draped in Wu Bin's towel, stepped out of the bathroom and was immediately stunned: a dazzling young woman
sat sideways on the edge of the bed, head bowed. The sheets had been changed, spotless white, and scattered with vibrant crimson
rose petals. The woman was dressed in black: a black halter-neck evening gown, black stockings, and black patent
leather high heels. Jack stared at the young woman's bare shoulders, his mouth dry. The bath towel silently unfurled and slid to
his feet.
The young woman stood up, gracefully approached the stunned man, kissed his chest and abdomen, and slowly knelt down
. Jack felt his eyes welling up. His scrotum and penis were each grasped and caressed by a soft, small hand. Then
, incredibly warm and moist, his swollen glans was taken into the young woman's mouth. "So big!"
Yuan Fang, kneeling before the tall man, appeared so petite, while his penis was so enormous. She could only take
a shallow portion into her mouth. She rubbed his scrotum while simultaneously stroking the base of his penis. On the dimly lit wall, a
graceful figure with long hair flowing over her shoulders swayed back against a man's crotch. Yuan Fang felt the thing in her mouth growing larger and
harder.
Jack's penis was wet, and the lust in his chest burned brighter and brighter; he began to pant heavily. How could she withstand
such stimulation! Jack pressed Yuan Fang's head down, his thick penis penetrating even deeper, reaching her throat. He was completely intoxicated
by the warm, wet pleasure, thrusting violently into the woman. Waves of pleasure surged higher and higher. Her long hair whipped up and
fell back down again and again, faster and faster. Suddenly, everything stopped. Jack held Yuan Fang tightly,
pressing her firmly against his crotch. He trembled, and a thick stream of semen spurted deep into the woman's mouth.
Yuan Fang gasped for breath, clutching her hands, semen slowly dripping from her mouth.
Jack lovingly helped Yuan Fang up and carried her to the bed. "Fang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Yuan Fang
wasn't wearing any underwear under her skirt. Jack lay down, letting his beloved woman straddle him. He held his penis, and the woman
slowly sat down. "Oh, it feels so good." A shudder ran through her as his huge penis penetrated her,
the intense stimulation spreading throughout her body, and Yuan Fang couldn't help but groan. Jack grasped the woman's breasts, kneading
them wantonly. Pleasure, synchronized from top to bottom. Yuan Fang's eyes were slightly open, her mouth half-open, intoxicated by the frenzied lust.
Jack supported the woman's buttocks, moving in rhythm with her movements. He murmured, "Oh, Fang,
I need you, oh, I need you."
The woman leaned down and passionately sealed his lips with hers, "I need you, I need you too."
The night was deep, and in the dim light, a beautiful figure moved joyfully. Yuan Fang felt her
body growing hotter and hotter; she struggled, quickly entering a state of frenzy. With a wild, unrestrained
cry, the woman's entire upper body slumped down.
When her rapid breathing finally subsided, Yuan Fang pulled away from Jack's body and rolled off. She supported herself with her elbows
, kneeling amidst the vibrant purple-red rose petals, her legs spread apart, her skirt naturally slipping down to her waist,
her fair, full buttocks raised high, revealing her slightly trembling pink clitoris. Jack carefully entered
the woman's body, thrusting slowly, as if polishing precious porcelain. Her body was so warm and moist, tightly
enveloping his penis; the wet flesh rubbed against him, making alluring "pop"
sounds. He looked up; on the wall, Yuan Fang, in a pristine white wedding dress, nestled sweetly against Wu Bin's shoulder, while Wu
Bin silently watched his wife and another man engaged in passionate intercourse on the bed. Jack was incredibly excited; he thrust
, enjoying the sensation of being tightly enveloped by the woman, wanting to prolong this wonderful moment. Yuan Fang
gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, her body swaying back and forth with all her might, driving her full buttocks to meet the man's thrusts. Finally, her wet
vagina spasmed again, tightly clamping down on the man's huge penis, and a stream of clear fluid gushed from Yuan Fang's honeyed source.
Jack gently embraced Yuan Fang. The woman's body was still trembling.
"Fang, is it comfortable?"
"Mmm, it's comfortable. You're not comfortable yet."
"I don't care. As long as you're comfortable, I'm comfortable."
The woman's body slowly calmed down. She got up, straddled the man, and bent down to take
his still erect penis into her mouth again, moving deeply. "Oh!" With a gasp, Jack felt his
glans push open the woman's throat. He caressed the woman's beautiful legs, encased in black stockings, then raised
his head, his tongue pressing against her moist vulva, sucking and licking repeatedly.
Outside the window, snowflakes continued to fall silently, and the faint strains of hymns from the Xishiku Church drifted from afar. In
the warm, soft light, a passionate couple offered themselves to each other, as if it would last forever.
The door opened. Wu Bin was home.
Many years later.
In Winnipeg in May, the weather was quite warm. It was a bright and sunny morning. Yuan Fang and Ya Qin
sat on the backyard terrace, slowly sipping tea and chatting. Because it was Sunday, they were both barefoot, wearing loose
shirts and shorts—typical local casual attire. Two girls played on the grass. The older one
was clearly Ya Qin's daughter, while the younger one resembled Yuan Fang in the past, except for her naturally curly brown hair. Not far away,
Jack was bent over, repairing a damaged fence.
"Fang'er, Xu Qian called yesterday and took your email address. She finally snagged a rich husband,
a returnee from overseas. Her son's already in elementary school."
"Hmm. That's great. Did you need something?"
"I wanted to ask about your school's summer international program."
"Why not Vancouver or Toronto? It's so convenient there."
"She said she considered it, but it's too expensive, and she's worried about the child going astray. Having him here means you can keep an eye on him
. She's a very good wife and mother now."
Yaqin leaned closer to Yuan Fang, lowering her voice, "Fang'er, are you still in contact with Wu Bin?"
"Well, less so in the last two years. He married one of his students. The girl is alright; she stays at home.
Wu Bin doesn't let her go out to work. These past few years, Wu Bin has been busy running his EMBA program and has made a fortune. I don't
know anything else; you should ask someone else." Yuan Fang didn't want to say more and changed the subject: "You still remember Yun'er, right? Yes,
that's Accountant Shen. She didn't go to Shenzhen at all. A Hubei man who was running a small business picked her up on the train. When they arrived in Wuhan,
she took her luggage and got off with him, becoming a small business owner on Hanzheng Street."
"What? That can't be!" Yaqin said in surprise, "I remember Shen Yun was very ambitious."
"What do you mean it's impossible? They've already had three kids! All the money they made from their odd jobs went to fines for having more than one child."
Yaqin looked at Jack, who was busy at work. "Fang'er, look at his back, it seems a little hunched. Aren't you planning
to have another child soon?"
Yuan Fang shook her head. "He's worked so hard these past few years. Half of his earnings went to Emma's child support."
A moment of silence followed, then Yaqin took Yuan Fang's hand. "Fang'er, I think you'll spend your whole life paying off debts. In Beijing
, it was a mortgage; now it's your ex's."
Yuan Fang smiled but didn't say anything more.
A gentle breeze carried the carefree laughter of the children.
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